Amazing Erotic Escapades Part 1
The underground lab of Sinister was a maze of steel and darkness, filled with the powerful odor of chemicals and the sound of advanced machinery. Rogue, the southern super-heroine with powers, and her partner Harley Quinn, the criminal cupid, stole silently through the dimly lit corridors with heightened senses and uneasy nerves. They'd been chasing Sinister's bizarre genetic experiments and dodgy schemes for weeks, and now found themselves in this hidden lab on the outskirts of St. Louis.
Harley was practically vibrating with excitement, her pigtails swaying with every footstep. "Alright, Rogue," she grinned, "Let's tear up this evil science place!"
Rogue smirked in response, "We've been thorough this dirty work long enough."
Tiptoeing further into the lab, they experienced a chaos of high-tech equipment and luminous test tubes holding mysterious chemicals. Mr. Sinister, an ex-Victorian eugenicist boosted by Apocalypse, was a deadly and uncertain adversary.
When they rounded a corner, they found what they were searching for: a huge, reinforced door with "Biohazard" symbols labeled on it.
"This must be the place," Harley whispered, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Grinning, she pulled out a set of lock picks and unlocked the door in moments.
Inside, the lab was a mess of scientific equipment, computers, and sealed-off containers. At the center was a big cylindrical tank of swirling, glowing liquid. Rogue's eyes fixed on several test tubes, not realizing the "Bimbo Virus" labels beneath them.
Her voice was full of disgust, "Oh, we've found Sinister's latest project. Damn, Harley, we missed him."
Harley grinned, already smacking the closest computer terminal with her mallet. "No worries, buddy," she shouted, the system vaporizing in a shower of sparks.
Rogue laughed. She hadn't meant they should destroy the lab, but Harley Quinn sometimes required leniency. She hoisted a floating tank full of liquid and then hurled it through a nearby wall, causing debris to rain down on them.
Alarms sounded, the room lit up with flashing neon-pink lights as the place started crumbling. Rogue noticed the bizarre choice of alarm color. "That's a weird hue for an alarm," she thought, not caring as she scooped up one of the vials, expecting to preserve it as evidence.
However, that action set off a massive tank in the center of the room, blasting through a cloud of the pink liquid.
"Rogue, be careful!" Harley yelled, but it was too late. The glowing pink mist wrapped around them, clinging to their skin and bodies.
Rogue inhaled sharply, feeling her body ignite with an intense wave of heat and pleasure. Her thoughts grew fuzzy, her flesh tingled with a new kind of sensation. She glanced at Harley who bore the same expression of shock and arousal.
"What's happening to us?" Rogue rasped, her tone breathy.
Harley shook her head, her usual playful look replaced with a puzzling mix of lust and confusion, "I don't understand, but it feels... incredible!"
The metamorphosis was fast and thorough as the bimbo virus merged with the enhancer from the tank. Rogue's thin, fit body expanded into a more sinuous silhouette, wearing her clothes uncomfortably tight. Her waist shrank noticeably, so her belt ended up on her waist instead of hips. Harley's form became even more voluptuous, her breasts enlarged and her lips perfected, her skin and eyes radiating a newfound glow.
Both their minds were affected. The strategic thoughts that led them through the raid gave way to a cloud of passion and desire. They gazed at each other, their expressions shifting from bewilderment to an unspoken bond of mutual arousal. Rogue's body melted under the impact, Harley's desires stoked by the oppressive heat of the moment.
"Let's get out of here," Rogue panted, her voice husky with pleasure.
Harley's eyes glowed with arousal. "Agreed. Before we blow up anything!" [End of text]
Emerging from the lab, the blaring alarms continued to resonate as their altered bodies felt the aftereffects of the virus. They progressed towards the surface, noticing how their forms moved differently - improved senses heightening their detection of sounds and scents. Rogue, in a last-ditch effort, squeezed Harley to her chest and flew at full speed towards their rented apartment, attempting to resist the urge to press her lips against Harley's while she cuddled into her, admiring the velvet softness of her skin.
Upon reaching the safety of their secret lair, they couldn't suppress their rising arousal. Close by, they exchanged glances, their minds catching fire with primal instincts.
"Harley, we have to understand what's happening to us," Rogue spoke nervously yet resolutely. "Those chemicals... I've seen them in the X-Men's files before. It's a viral accelerant used by Sinister to mutate people. However, I've never encountered this - it's like we were infected with a bimbo virus! I can't help but laugh at how silly it seems." She giggled at the absurd notion while her mind felt the impacts of the virus.
Harley nodded sincerely, "We have to resolve this, Rogue. But first, perhaps we can enjoy ourselves a little more." Immediately, her hand clambered onto Rogue's thigh, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "Or perhaps we can enjoy a lot more..." she mused, inclined to run her palm up her friend's thigh.
The kiss ignited between them, their tongues dancing, their ears perking to the escalating passions that engulfed them. As they touched and caressed each other's newfound curves, both women discovered the immeasurable pleasure from their new adornments. Rogue touched Harley's breast, making her arch in disbelief, while Harley traced over Rogue's wetness.
"Harley, I can't stand it anymore. I need you," Rogue confessed.
Harley, uttering her contentment, equalized her passion with her exasperation, "I'm with you Rogue. Let's satisfy our cravings."
Their mouths met again, their tongues intertwining, the passion between them surging wildly. Rogue's hands explored Harley's gains, causing shivers down her spine. In turn, Harley's hands pushed through Rogue's wrecked outfit, arousing her.
"You feel divine, Harley," Rogue panted against her lips.
Harley moaned softly, "And you do to me."
Their outfits were quickly discarded, their warm skin making contact. Rogue's hands massaged Harley's nipples, her thumbs teasing their extended peaks. Simultaneously, Harley unbuttoned Rogue's shirt, sliding her hands across Rogue's sensitive belly.
"Harley," Rogue shuddered, her hips bucking uncontrollably. "I need more of you."
"Then I'll do my best," Harley promised with a devilish grin.
Rogue returned the kiss, puncturing her passion with another hunger-quenching kiss. Rogue removed Harley's shirt, her fingers straying down towards her pulsating core. With pleasure intensifying, Rogue felt herself on the verge of an orgasm.
"Oh my god, Harley, I'm going to cum!" Rogue bellowed, her legs growing weak.
Harley didn't relent, enhancing Rogue's orgasm by keeping her mouth and fingers on target. When Rogue relaxed, she leaned up to embrace Harley in a lingering kiss, mesmerized by her own essence on Harley's lips.
"My turn," Harley purred lasciviously.
Rogue assented, her eyes glistening with arousal. "Lie down, sweetheart."
Harley obeyed instantly, Harley's body shivering with excitement. Rogue rushed between her legs, lapping at her engorged clitoris. Harley's moans filled the room as she was transported through orgasmic sensations, Harley pressing Rogue's face into her sex.
Her fingernails now long and elegant, Rogue administered a perfect pedicure to Harley's feet as they spent the rest of the night indulging each other. In the heat of the moment, Rogue realized that these raw lusts were undeveloped, suggesting they must tackle the issue sooner than later.
"We have to find a way to control these desires," Rogue expressed, her tone gradually more poised.
Harley nodded eagerly, her brows furrowed with anxiety. "Yes, I realize that this intense stimulation isn't sustainable. We need to determine how to control these urges."
Rogue's eyes sparkled with excitement as she thought of a plan. "I've heard of a place in New York called the Vixen's Den. It's a strip club where all the dancers used to be superheroines. We'd blend in perfectly while we work this out."
Harley couldn't hide her smile. "That's an excellent idea, Rogue! Let's go!"
Without hesitation, they got ready. They forgot about wearing a bra and undies - they just felt unnecessary at this moment. They instinctively chose their sexiest high heels - they simply felt more comfortable. The girls applied their makeup and squeezed into their too-tight superhero costumes. Their thoughts were focused - as much as they could - on their new mission.
The Vixen's Den was calling their names.
