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Ruby Moore/IQ Loss Ao3 Link

Ruby Moore had always wanted to help people. She'd been a bit aimless with exactly how she planned to do that for a while, until Eros Bay started having honest to god superheroes. Then she knew that she just had to be one of them.

The dean at the university must've noticed her enthusiasm in that regard, because when she'd been developing a way to give people superpowers, Ruby had been one of the first people she'd asked to be a test subject.

Ruby had been assured it was completely safe, but it wasn't really possible to figure out what powers she'd get beforehand. There was just a unique sort of energy in Eros Bay that permeated the whole city, and the dean had made a chamber in which somebody could be subjected to a much higher dose of that energy, which would cause them to become something a bit more than human.

Ruby couldn't agree fast enough, and soom found herself with superpowers. Although…they really weren't the most helpful for crimefighting. She developed mental powers, allowing rather limited telekinesis, as well as the ability to push thoughts into somebody else's head, in a way that could make them think they were their own thoughts.

The drawback was that Ruby found her own mind was softer, too. Specifically when it came to her ass being played with. If somebody spanked her and said something afterwards, it would burn into her mind as a command, although it would wear off in a couple hours, but if somebody fucked her ass, anything they said while they did so would remain in her head for much longer

Which sucked, because she had a great ass, meaning people often spanked her, and she'd always loved anal.

The official superhero team refused to let her join them, saying her powers were more of a detriment to her than a benefit, but she wasn't one to let that stop her. She trained up in using a staff to fight with, and how to use her telekinesis with that staff, and spent her nights putting a stop to petty crime (not that there typically was a lot of that in Eros Bay). She just had to try her best to avoid letting the official superheroes notice her, too.

Ruby was wandering around the city one night, trying to find crime to stop, while also trying to avoid the official crimefighters, when she suddenly felt a hand slapping her ass, and her mind got fuzzy like it usually did.

"You should head home, nothing's really happening tonight," came a voice, and Ruby glanced over at the source. One of the Parcer bots, which doubled as free use fucktoys for the citizens of Eros Bay (who needed to use an app to claim time with them), while also existing to respond to emergencies. Ruby knew this one was no doubt currently under the control of Lady Eros, the lead hero of Eros Bay, who could easily access any of the bots remotely.

But the words echoed in her mind. She should head home. Nothing was going to happen tonight…

"N-not fair…" she mumbled, as the bot slapped her ass again.

"Go have some fun, Ruby. Don't worry about petty criminals. We'll have a chat another day about finding you something better to do, okay?" the bot said.

"Yes, ma'am…" Ruby mumbled, struggling to fight the commands, but knowing it was no use. Even if she did fight it, the bot would just slap her ass again…

But this time, she was told to go have some fun. After she stored her makeshift costume and staff back home, she didn't stay in her apartment for long…instead heading a few floors up to where one of her neighbours lived. A man she knew would be more than happy to have some fun with her, judging by the times he'd made comments about how sexy he thought she was…

The nerds gave it to you a little too willingly and never explained how it worked. They just said "point and shoot but don't break it". It looked comical so stowing it in your bag wasn't going to be an issue nor was it when you pulled it out to zap her as you both parted for your classes for the day. There was no bright beam or anything dramatic that you expected. Only a low hum. Wondering if it was a dud you shot it again. Same as before and your friend was having zero reaction.

Later you took the raygun back and you were told to observe and report back any changes if they happen. You left out that you may have hit her twice with it and went on your way. Leaving the lab you got a frantic text from your friend saying she needed you to drive her home early. Agreeing you met up with her at your car.

"OMG this is so embarrassing," she said with more inflection than usual.

"What's wrong?" you asked trying to keep calm hoping that you hadn't messed up royal with the raygun.

Turning around to show you she her shapely bottom quite a bit larger than normal. Right on the center seam was a tear forming. They had been pretty tight before because she liked to show her figure off but now they were beyond a second skin. "This is what's wrong," she whined.

Nearly stunned and kind of excited where this might lead you watched her strut off around the car jiggling as she went. She opened the door and ducked inside with a loud rip as she sat down.

"This is, like, THE WORST!" she squeeled.

This was unexpected but you weren't going to fumble this. Getting in you raced off to her apartment. Every now and again a little rip would sound as you hit a bump. Finally you made it and were treated with her both running inside and following her up the stairs. Bouncing, bulging cheeks pulled her leggings tighter. Each one now about the size of your head.

She sighed with relief as she burst through her door panting. Her face was flush and her hips and thighs had exploded as well adding more mass. Wobbling she stumbled over to her couch and bent over doggie style on it as she let out a sultry moan. At that moment her ass swelled out the back and split her leggings clean in two, her thong wedged tight between.

What the science nerds hadn't told you was the raygun didn't just make someone dumb it transfered and reorganized data. It would move intellect and convert it onto mass to be stored. In theory. How much someones IQ would convert had yet to be tested and that's without mentioning potential side effects. Like potential increased arousal and sensitivity. Then there was the fact that you'd shot her twice which was a new factor. But unbeknownst to you your friend was actually really smart. She had tested worse so she could be in more classes with you because she actually had a crush on you! Now those big brains were filling her ass as she wobbled it from side to side. Her thick clit rubbing her tight panties as she shook her naked ass at her crush causing her to gasp.

Now she was relishing in her show. Ripples from her clapping only worked her up more. "Those are some big heavy cheeks," she moaned.

You had no idea how big or dumb she would get but hearing more ripping as her thong snapped made you harder than ever. You needed to really thank those nerds.

"News Update. Those infected with Bounce Virus should stay still where they are, doctors report IQ loss, increased lust, and intense transformations." Zoey vaguely heard the news reporter on the TV above her, but didn't care.

"Got... got to get... fatter ass..." Zoey's voice was slurred as she felt her lips tingle, and her nipples beaded in her shirt. "Get... sexier... get.... fatter... virus good.... virus good!" Zoey squealed out as she felt her asscheeks immediately balloon, causing her ass to turn her shorts into a skin-tight thong. Then she felt her bra shudder and snap as her breasts doubled in size, and her lips thickened and gained a thick, glossy sheen.

But even as her mind was swallowed by a deep, neon-pink miasma as her pussy quivered and drooled with wanton desperation, Zoey didn't stop bouncing. Bigger... bigger... bigger... BIGGER!!! The ravenette thought as she moved faster and made her tits and ass bounce and clap harder to make her body expand and thicken up even more.

The bigger you get, the more laughable the concept of equality becomes. Your tits grow and grow until they're no different to udders, your belly gets bigger and heavy, and your brain dumb and foggy. Face it, you don't actually want to be equal, you want to be a big fat cow.

Showing off your inequality is one of the best ways of displaying your submission.

He's well dressed and has a tidy, stable demeanor. You're stuffed into undersized clothes with your bloated pregnant belly sticking out, waddling beside him being weighed down by his heavy babies.