Eliza's showstopper (Skullgirls sluttification) (Patreon)

Quarantine continues, and wow it's really delaying my work! Sorry guys. I'll have an announcement about how I plan to deal with that going forward, but I'll get to that tomorrow - for now, enjoy this commissioned story!

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Bastet’s Den was thriving when he arrived, the popular club never short on guests eager to climb the waiting list. It was the ‘in’ place in town, boasting some of the city’s most famous talent – and the reason why he was here. And tonight, those lucky enough to find their way in were going to get a very memorable performance indeed.

He slipped past the door, cloaked heavily in holographic illusions that the pathetically human bouncers couldn’t hope to penetrate, and made his way inside with cool, methodical steps. Brain Drain never did anything that wasn’t precisely as he planned it. The advantage of a superior mind in a superior body. His protections served to keep the heaving crowds away - little did the fools that surrounded him suspect he walked amongst them.

How fortunate for them that he was here for their benefit, just as much as he was here for his own. A dangerous threat had unearthed itself, revealed by information that had been carried to him by his network of spies and informants across the world. An ancient danger, laying undetected in everyone’s midst – one that couldn’t be allowed to reawaken to her full potential.

Eliza – or ‘The Crimson Scourge’, as she had once been known. A being of untold capacity for destruction, if she was allowed to unleash her full potential. If things were different, he would have liked the opportunity to study her, to bend her power to his own command… But the situation was far too delicate right now to allow such a dangerous player to remain on the stage. She had to be removed, without anyone else even realising she was there.

This required subtlety. But that was his area of expertise. For him, she presented no issue at all. She’d never realise the danger until it was too late.

By the time he stepped into the main performance area, the lounge singer was cosying up for her second act of the evening – and it was immediately obvious to him that living a cushy existence had softened the creature. Attractive and seductive, it was hard to believe this woman could be anything more than a pampered princess of the media empire… But then, that was exactly what she wanted everyone to believe. In a way, it just went to show just how dangerous a target she was. Taking her lightly would be the last mistake you’d ever get to make.

Brain Drain wasn’t in the habit of taking things lightly. If anything, people of lesser resolve often said that was his main flaw. That and his unscrupulous lack of anything close to an ethical bone in his mechanical body. But then, that was what the weak often said when they were confronted with true purpose. Another man might have fallen victim to her allure, and allowed himself to be seduced by her soft curves and deep eyes.

One glance was all it took for him to confirm his suspicions. It wouldn’t do for such an unstable element to involve herself in current affairs. Fortunately, he had ways of dealing with people like this. Eliza didn’t know it yet, but she had sung her last ballad. After tonight, there would be one less threat, and one more slutty attraction on the streets of the city.

Smiling a cold, arrogant smile, he took a seat near the front of the lounge, and waited for his target to begin.

She greeted her audience with charm, and spoke with quick wit and dazzling charisma. Her tanned skin and piercing eyes captivated the audience from the moment she stepped on stage, refusing to allow anyone to think a single thought that wasn’t all about her.

“Well hello, Darlings~” She called, smiling out into the crowd. “So lovely that you could all join me here tonight. Are we all having a nice evening? Pleasant company, fine wine… Well, allow me to provide that extra spark, and make this night truly divine…”

The Egyptian themed diva was in her element, the crowd hanging on her every word. She grinned, eyeing the audience one last time, before taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, and beginning to sing..

And in that moment, as she lowered her guard, Brain Drain struck. A single wired finger, extending from his mechanical hand, slid along the floor and up through the shadows, onto the stage, crawling around unseen until it could slip up the singing diva’s back, and press into the back of her neck. She didn’t even feel a thing – but that touch was all the mecha-man needed to tap into the creature’s mind, and begin to change things as he pleased. Which would, of course, be a practical and simple solution to the problem at hand. He wasn’t the kind to indulge in his baser urges, after all…

The first sign for the audience that anything might be amiss was during the second verse, as Eliza’s low, smooth voice suddenly rose a dozen octaves. It was unexpected, but hardly disruptive – the diva was a fine singer, and never missed a beat. Indeed, it must have been a planned change, because she didn’t even seem to notice the shift, still singing as normal even though her tune had gone from deep to pop. No one spoke up or objected – they simply enjoyed their idol doing what she did best. And she sang on…

Brain Drain smiled. It had been a small thing, to test how much influence he could exert over the woman without her notice – but it had bourn fruitful results. Eliza didn’t know it yet, nor would she ever, but now she was little more than a puppet, dancing on the end of his string – and he had a very different kind of performance for her in mind. With a thought, he sent another command along the wire to the back of her neck, and watched to see if he could detect the next change happen. It would, he suspected, be rather hard to miss.

Up on stage, Eliza was beginning to feel hot. Mm, the rapt attention and adulation of a good crowd always felt good, but something felt different tonight. Fun. Steamy. An electric jolt travelled down her spine, tingling between her legs and in her head. Why not give the audience a little show? It was what they were here for, after all, and she did so love to excite her fans. With a subtle grin, she started to move, to sway with the music. Normally she kept herself to just singing, but right now she felt so much energy, she just had to dance, at least a little. Drift from side to side, way her hips from left to right…

She was completely oblivious as the warmth running through her channelled itself into her blood powers, the abilities she used to shape her form and her clothing, and began to pool them in her ass, her swaying behind growing bigger and rounder with each swing. Her golden sash did little to hide it from view as it started to swell, soon pushing her dark cloak back to reveal a little more skin, not ceasing in her sudden growth spurt until she had gone from a finely proportioned singer to a bottom heavy showcase.

In the audience careful eyes took note – but most of the fans were far too captivated by Eliza’s mere presence to notice anything odd. The fact that their attention to their idol blinded them to what was happening to her amused the pragmatic fiend amongst them no end – as did her obliviousness to her plight. Absently, he began to wonder just how far he could push his efforts before he was found out… Well, why not find out? He raised his hand again, another command flowing down the wire and into his unknowing puppet.

Eliza fought the urge to giggle – it would be an unforgivable interruption to her song. Mmmh, but she was feeling good right now! Smiling, she raised her arms over her head, doing a nostalgic little Egyptian flick, shaking from head to toe as her voice washed over the room. She started slowly, drifting to the left with her upper body while pushing her hips to the right, and then going the other way. But with every flick and shimmy, she pushed further, harder, encouraged by the rush of a loved performane. And as her dance grew more and more exaggerated, so too did her figure.

Woosh. Her bangles clicked as she swerved to the right, and her top tightened as her breasts bounced up a cup size.

Schwah. Her cloak fluttered as she checked to the left, and her sash strained as her butt bubbled out another inch.

Hoo! She twirled, cloth and gold swirling around her – and her assets plumping out like balloons being flooded with water. Her top, already barely hiding anything, now covered even less, her dark breasts practically falling out on either side of two very strained purple straps, while her white skirt was now a white belt, her behind far to thic to ever be constrained by such flimsy fabric – her modesty only preserved by a the slip of dark cloth that was her cloak.

And still the audience sat in rapt awe, no one raising the slightest hint of alarm. Did they all think it was merely part of the show? Or were they simply so captivated with the woman that none of them cared as she changed in front of them? Well, it didn’t really matter – if anything, this just made things easier. Brain Drain chuckled, and refrained from allowing her to grow anymore. As she was, she had the perfect body for her new calling in life – now he just had to introduce her mind to a new way of thinking to make her complete.

Of course, that would be easier if she remained oblivious to everything – so it would be best to sap her ability to notice anything strange now, just in case. She hadn’t noticed anything yet, but there was no reason to take any chances. The cyborg raised a finger and deployed a new program down into Eliza’s mind – one that would make sure she remained happily unaware of what had happened to her forever more.

To the diva, it felt like a tickle, moving up the base of her neck and into her head. She wondered idly if there was a breeze in the room… And then she forgot she’d felt anything at all as the thought winked out, vanishing as though it had never been – along with a large swath of other thoughts as Brain Drain’s pulse, appropriately, drained her brain of knowledge and intellect. Ancient memories of magics and power swirled away, vanishing into oblivion as the woman’s head hollowed

Eliza blinked. Her skull suddenly felt peculiarly empty. Her voice stumbled, the words of her verse tangling, her tongue tripping as the song she was singing faded into empty noise in her brain. Her note trembled uncertainly, before trailing off into silence. There was a pause.

“Uh…” The Egyptian beauty pursed her lips, brow furrowing in confusion. “Like, how did that one go again?”

Brain drain smirked, raising his hands and giving a sarcastic clap – only to nearly jump out of his chair as the rest of the room followed suit, albeit without the sarcasm. There were even cheers and whistles as the audience collectively decided that their idol had performed an experimental piece perfectly. Eliza smiled brightly, not entirely getting what was going on in her newly vapid state, but all too happy to take credit for whatever it was they were clapping for.

“Awh, thanks guys!” She chirped proudly, if stupidly, putting her hands on her inflated hips and pushing her prodigious chest up. “You’re totally the best!”

Down in the audience, the cyborg mastermind was also impressed. It seemed no matter what he did, the fools in the audience would accept it as merely part of the show. Well then – if that was what they wanted, who was he to deny them? He extended his hand for one final assault on Eliza’s already thoroughly defeated mind – looking to reduce the rubble that remained of her once mighty mental fortress down to mere dust underfoot…

“Ohhhhh…” The diva moaned as Brain Drain’s power flooded into her, overwhelming what little was left of her shrunken brain. Her smile grew wide and blank, drool starting to drip from the corner of her mouth as he took over completely, her feeble mind completely unable to resist his control. Then she started to speak, the cyborg commanding her tongue with ease. “Well, if all you boys wanna see somethin’ really fun, I have a special performance for you~”

And then pulsing music filled the club as she summoned her staff and planted it in the middle of the stage, magically growing it into a golden pole that ran from floor to ceiling. Then, giggling, she strutted over to it and wrapped her thickened thighs around it, twirling around so that her back ran parallel to the floor, and everyone in the audience could see down into the depths of her expanded valley of cleavage.

The crowd went wild. There was practically a stampede up to the stage as men and women rushed up to get a better view – with handfuls of cash being raised to shove towards their idol turned pole dancer. But Eliza wasn’t done yet.

There was a rustle of cloth, and then her gold sash went flying out, vanishing over the audience’s heads (and, after a moment or two, disappearing entirely as it turned back into blood). Gasps flooded the room. Could it be? Was she…?!

Yes! A dark purple robe joined her sash in oblivion, leaving the dark-skinned beauty nearly bare, save for her white skirt. And moments later, even that was on the floor, and Eliza, the biggest diva in the city, was dancing naked before her adoring fans, a brainless grin on her face, her enhanced bust bouncing and embiggened butt shaking, everything on display.

“Yeah? You like?” She asked, thrusting her hips forwards, before turning around and dropping into a half crouch, twerking her big butt for everyone to enjoy. “Then, like, why was I wastin’ my time doin’ all that stupid singin’ an’ junk? I shoulda been a big ass butt slut all along!”

The crowd hollered in approval – and Brain Drain laughed, slowly sliding out of his chair and back through the room. His job was done – Eliza was no longer a threat to anyone, save perhaps other strippers. Her mind had been crushed, and she’d happily bene shoved into a new destiny as a slutty whore for anyone who wanted to use her. Just the sort of humiliation that anyone who crossed his plans deserved.

In fact, he thought as he vanished out through the club door, leaving the Egyptian diva to her slutty fate, he knew of quite a few nuisances who needed to be dealt with before they interfered with his schemes. Perhaps Eliza might like a little company, now that she and Bastet’s Den had discovered their new calling…