Smash Strippers (Bimbo/stripperization) (Patreon)

And as this week's second story, a more traditional mind control based one! In fact, it's the bonus story from June, suggested and voted on by you! This was a lot of fun to write (even if I don't know all of the characters super well) so I hope you enjoy.

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(Contains bimbofication/striperization and some gender bending)

The Smash tournament took place in some odd places, it had to be said. The heart of an erupting volcano. On top of a high-speed race. Inside of a side-scrolling video game. Putting up with things like that was just part of what being a contender in such a prestigious event meant. All manner of environments could be selected to knock the fighters off balance, and to see who adapted best to their new surroundings.

But that said, this new stage was a little… different, from the others.

It was just one room, the backdrop hung with deep purple satin curtains that blocked all sight of what lay behind them. The stage was quite literally that, a wooden, well-polished stage, decorated only by silver poles which stretched up to the ceiling, lit by bright stage lights which shone down from above, leaving the rest of the room in darkened shadow. The only other platforms were two silver ledges, about half the way across the room from one another, hanging over the stage and supported by their own silver poles. Music played, a deep, thrumming rhythm that had never touched the OST of any game the fighters had heard of.

It was different. But none the less, five beams of light rose up upon it, depositing five Smash fighters, ready to begin battle! There was Samus, of course, dressed entirely within her galaxy famous power armour, powered up and fully stocked. Then Lucina, the blue haired time travelling princess, armed with the great falchion and on a mission to win. Next up Palutena, goddess of light and, if she had anything to say about it, kicking ass. Cloud Strife stepped in in fourth, the famed SOLDIER fully equipped to fight with his Buster Sword. And finally, emerging last, but certainly by no means least, from their light entrance, Byleth: Mercenary, teacher, and all around badass, who had today elected to arrive as her female self (being one of the fighters to whom gender was a choice).

As usual, the unseen voice from the heavens announced the start of the match. “Three! Two! One! GO!”

And then battle began. The five brawlers looked around, noticing for the first time their new environment, but thinking little of it – after all, this wasn’t the weirdest place they’d ended up, right? Why would they be concerned? The real threat was clearly the other fighters!

And so when the tell-tale puff of smoke announced the arrival of an item, Byleth didn’t hesitate to grab it, her keen tactical mind ever quick to seize upon an advantage. She quickly recognised it for what it was – the Super Scope, a sort of blaster, the kind she’d seen in may such fights… Though this one was a little bigger, and it was bright pink instead of the usual white, for some reason. Probably not important. What was important was that this pick up gave her the ability to attack at far greater range than she normally could – critical in this kind of environment, where there was precious little cover or escape from such fire.

With a small grin, she lifted the device and picked her target – and obviously, there was only one other fighter here today who could threaten her at equal range. Sorry Samus, that orange power suit stood out like a sore thumb against those purple curtains!

“Take this!” She yelled, opening fire, giving her opponent just enough time to turn and see the attack coming – just before it hit.

But the result wasn’t what Byleth had expected. Instead of a barrage of hits that steadily pelted the space hunter backwards, a large pink orb shot out and enveloped her, blinding in intensity. So bright, in fact, that even the mercenary who’d fired it had to shield her eyes for a moment. And then, when it cleared…

… she had to stare in wide eyed amazement, and wonder if perhaps the flash had damaged her eyesight in some way.

Because now, standing where Samus had been not a moment before, stood a woman she didn’t recognise. There was no trace of armour, or indeed any kind of power suit at all. Instead, the woman was clad in the tightest blue bikini Byleth had ever seen, matched by equally tight blue hip shorts, a pair of blue heels with straps that curled around the woman’s legs… and nothing else.

The serious mercenary felt herself start to blush, her rather conservative upbringing never quite preparing her for this kind of forward display. But she wasn’t quite so naïve as to turn her back on a potential threat – so instead her analytical mind took in everything she saw.

For tactical assessment. Yes. It certainly had nothing to do with those melons being bigger than Rhea’s, no no.

Ahem. So. Yes, the woman was… clearly going to be hampered by her outfit. Not only did it offer no protection at all, but it was also obviously a few sizes too small for its wearer, both in the bust and hip department. And that wasn’t because the clothing was small on its own, oh no – the woman within was just simply to blessed by whatever gods handed out curves to fit in any decent size of clothing. Her bust bounced happily with every breath, and her hips quaked with every step.

It was almost… hypnotic…

Uh! Uh, aside from that, aside from those, yes, ah, the woman was, was blonde (why was Byleth feeling so flustered just looking at her? That wasn’t normal…), with her hair running all the way down to the bottom of her ass, and her skin carried just the hint of a tan. Her lips and eyelids were painted a light blue, standing out in contrast, while her actual eyes were a slightly brighter, slightly move vapid shade of cerulean. And her face was… her face was…

Byleth frowned for a moment. Huh. She actually did look a little like Samus, now that she looked. At least, she looked like her in her zero suit, minus said suit and maybe fifty points of IQ, anyway. But it was impossible to believe that she and the famed bounty hunter could ever be the same-

“Ha!” Unfortunately, just as she was reaching a rather troubling realisation, the mercenary received a direct reminder that she was still on the battlefield, as Cloud, the only male selected for today’s battle, took advantage of her distraction. His buster sword slammed down towards her, and the green haired teacher was only just barely able to put up a block, jumping backwards to steady herself.

“W-wait a moment!” She tried to call, but Cloud had already committed to the attack, his sword slamming against hers. For a moment she thought she had prepared an adequate block, but in her surprise, she had failed to account for the edge of the stage behind her, and suddenly she felt air beneath her heel where she had expected solid ground. Eyes widening, she fell backwards, realising too late that this had been the SOLDIER’s plan all along – she couldn’t hope to get back upon the ledge while he was stood there guarding it.

In desperation she tried to jump, unsheathing her sword of the creator. With any luck, perhaps she could shift him and recover-!

But it wasn’t to be. Instead she found herself batted away from the ledge, and plummeting into the shadowy abyss below – though, in one final act of spite, she did manage to grab Cloud and yank him along with her.

Together, the pair dropped into the darkness – and then the stage erupted with bright pink light, as two contestants were judged out of bounds.

Normally, this would have followed with the duo being separated and returned to the stage, restored to full health, but again, something was different this time. Pink light pillars burst up, one on each of the silver ceiling suspended platforms. And when they died down, both left behind figures similar to the two who had dropped. Similar, but not quite the same…

On the left was a woman who could have been mistaken for Byleth, if it was dark and you squinted. But the green haired mercenary had never worn anything more revealing than a ceremonial robe before. Now, she wore a white blouse that was so thin it may as well have been see through, tied off in a knot just over her belly, her now fully endowed chest doing most of the work keeping the top up. Her sensible shorts had been replaced with a denim skirt, one that seemed held up only by the sheer size of the cheeks they tried to contain. And her stockings had been replaced with fishnets which led down into pure green heels that clicked against the silver platform beneath her.

The former teacher giggled, leaning up against the silver pole she had been placed next to, and gave the invisible audience a sultry smile. Her lips were painted dark green, and her eyeshadow matched, if one could make it out behind the sexy secretary-like spectacles that had appeared on her face – her hair now done up in a tight teacher’s bun that looked desperate to break free.

And on the right was a woman who was a dead ringer for Cloud, or she would have been if Cloud had very real, very obvious breasts that strained the top of his dark purple corset, which was strung up along the front to reveal just how very true the view was. Her hips were a dead ringer as well, if maybe a bit thicker, wrapped in almost transparent lace panties that left no doubt she hid nothing. Really, when you looked at her, you couldn’t be blamed for thinking that Cloud had always been a woman, and you were misremembering.

What might set you right, if you were really paying attention, was the empty headed giggle that she gave, or the wide smile as she stretched, and then spun around her pole, her ass swaying with the music’s beat. Her arms were wrapped in dark lace, sexy stockings cladding her legs, black blows dangling from her pigtails, all ready and waiting to be stripped away at the first provocation, leaving the new sylph of a stripper bare and willing for whatever her audience desired…

Which was the sight that made the last two fighters pause and reconsider pushing the battle further.

“This… does not seem right,” Lucina muttered nervously, stepping away from the busty bimbos who had formerly been her friendly rivals.

“No, I can’t say it does,” Palutena agreed, frowning as she joined the princess, a truce obviously needed. “Something very strange is happening here.”

“We need to abandon the fight. Maybe that will restore them to normal?” Lucina wasn’t one to panic easily, and even now she tried to keep her wits about her. “I’m not even sure… What are they doing?”

The goddess of light peered at her former companions. Each of them had taken position at a silver pole and begun to move around it – seemingly ignoring the two of them. “They appear to be… dancing? How peculiar…” In fact… yes, now that she listened, they were moving in sync with the music for the stage, their hips and chests swaying with the rhythmic beat.

“I’m not sure how they can move like that with such heavy weights on their chest…” The princess sounded just a touch bitter, folding her arms and looking away from the lewd display. “Anyway, we must retire. With any luck, that will… What are you doing?”

“Hm?” Palutena was still listening, still watching the show. It was strangely hard to take her eyes off of it. The beat was catchy, too – almost involuntarily, her head was bobbing along with it.

Yet Lucina looked worried, for some reason. “You’re, ah… Why are you dancing as well?”

“Dancing?” The goddess blinked slowly, before looking down. Huh. Yes, now that she looked, it wasn’t just her head bobbing along. Her feet were tapping the rhythm, while her hips were shimmying in time, and she was… “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I was just…”

Embarrassed, she stepped back and stopped shaking her breasts in Lucina’s face. The princess’s face was already a tomato red, and the goddess had no desire to see if the girl could spontaneously combust.

“It is… fine,” Lucina lied, still twitching. “So long as you don’t- Ah, you’re doing it again!”

“Am I?” Palutena’s head was feeling oddly fuzzy. Normally the goddess of light would have been far more concerned about what was going on, but this music really was quite catchy. She almost felt like the beat was inside of her, like it was flowing in through one ear and bopping along her brain before exiting out the other. And the other girls were just so nice to watch… But her friend was looking concerned, so she really should try to stop…

Without thinking, the green haired goddess put a hand out and leaned against the nearest surface…

… Only for her fingers to grip around the silver pole and spin her from her feet with a yelp.

“Palutena!” Lucina cried, taking a step forward to try to help her.

“N-no, stay back!” The holy woman cried, already swaying around the pole. “Don’t come too close, or you’ll… Ohhhhh…” Her eyes fluttered. As she spun around the pole, her white robes and golden armaments seemed to become detached, fluttering away from her, leaving the goddess clad in just a white cloth top and skirt, with blown sandals. Even her golden crown rolled away from her, vanishing in a haze of pink sparkles before it reached Lucina’s feet.

“Palutena?” The princess asked, fright and concern now obvious in her tone.

“I…” The goddess gasped as she spun around again, her hips suddenly bursting out, almost ripping her skirt until it turned into form fitting lycra that clung to her curves. “I feel so strange… Heehee~”

She giggled. Lucina stepped back, going pale. She’d never heard the goddess giggle quite like that before.

But then Palutena shook her head, and her eyes sharpened. “Lucina, you have to run! You have to get out! I can’t fight this influence for long, and I don’t know what will happen once I- OH!”

Unwillingly, she had spun again, and her breasts had busted out, just like her lips. Now her titanic tits were pressed up against the silver pole, squeezing it between them, wrapped in nothing but a thin lycra crop top. The sensation of it all made her gasp, her face heating.

“But I can’t just leave you!” Push come to shove, Lucina was a hero, after all. Fleeing from a friend in need was not in her makeup.

“You must!” But the goddess was insistent. “After I fall, you… you…” Her sharp eyes began to flutter and soften. At her feet, her sandals developed a heel, while her toenails turned the same shade as her hair. Green lipstick began to smear itself over her eyelids and her lips, which were starting to thicken into proper suckers. “You…” Her voice became almost a sigh, as she spun around the pole once more, this time completely willingly. Blonde streaks began to appear through her hair. “You… are like, totally cute, you know that?”

She giggled again, and the goddess was gone – there was just another dancing bimbo stripper dancing on the stage.

Lucina stumbled backwards, horrified at the transformation she’d just witnessed. To think that even a god could fall victim to this terrible curse! She had to get out of here…

But then once again, an unseen voice from the heaven spoke out. “Winner: Lucina!”

The princess blinked as the spotlights all swung to shine down on her. She’d won? But she hadn’t done anything! Did that mean she could leave?

Unfortunately…

“Well well, looks like we have a champion, girls~” A voice spoke up from the shadows. Looking up, Lucina saw Samus – or, the stripper who had been Samus – walking up to her.

“Ohhh, cool! She like, totally deserves a reward, right?” And then from the other side, a brainless Byleth approached.

“Cool!” A giggle from behind her announced the arrival of Cloud – a moment before the blonde bimbo’s arms wrapped around her shoulders and held her in place. “What should we, like, do with her?”

“Duh~” And finally, Palutena from the front. “Isn’t it, y’know, obvious girls?” The former goddess leaned in over Lucina’s terrified face. “We gotta give her a show!”

“N-no! Get your hands off of me, stop this, let me g-mmph!” The princess tried to struggle, but despite the bimbo’s builds, they were more than strong enough to hold her, and she soon found her lips locked by a very eager green haired stripper (the light haired one, not the dark haired one), while the other three carried her over into a chair just in front of the stage. The kiss left her gasping when it broke, and left her with a tingling feeling in her lips…

“You just need to relax, babe…” Said one of the blondes… She thought maybe it was Cloud? For some reason her head suddenly felt a bit fuzzy, and it was kind of hard to tell. She was dancing in front of her, swinging around the pole and slowly undoing the bind on her corset with every move. “Just go with the flow. Stay and watch the show~”

“That’s right!” The other blonde giggled, grinding her ass up against her pole, the motion making her tits bounce in the blue haired girl’s face. The princess turned red again, her head spinning, a stab of jealousy rising in her heart. “Just give in, relax! Stare at our bouncy racks~”

“Oh dear…” Light Green cooed, steadily helping Lucina out of her constrictive tunic. “Are you feeling jealous, babe?”

“I think she might be…” Dark Green giggled, slowly pulling the princess’s shirt off over her head, leaving her topless. Was that bad? It was so hard to remember. “Look at these tiny titties~”

Another surge of jealousy as her cheeks heated.

“Well we can help with that, y’know? Here, lemme, like, get these off you…” Distantly, Lucina felt her boots being slid off of her feet, followed by her leggings. But it all felt so far away. Her eyes bounced as she watched the blondes bop about on the stage, tits and asses bobbling in front of her eyes constantly as the music started to drip into her head.

“And you won’t be needing these!” There was a tearing sound as Dark Green yanked her panties away. Lucina’s eyes fluttered. Wait, didn’t that mean she was naked…?

Groaning, the princess tried to sit up, only to be gently pushed back down into her chair. “Silly, where are you going?” Light Green asked.

“Didn’t we just say we were gunna help?” Dark Green followed.

“But I… I…”

“Ohhh, you want a big butt too?” Light Green smiled wide. “No problem!”

“Yeah! That’s super easy!” Dark Green nodded so much her tits nearly popped out of her top. “Let’s give her the works!”

“Let’s!” The two Greens clapped in unison, and then quickly pulled out some clothes and a makeup kit. “You just lay back, kay?”

Honestly, Lucina didn’t have much choice at this point. She knew something bad was happening, but she just couldn’t seem to focus on it. Every time she tried her lips would tingle, or a blonde would bounce, and the thought would slip through her fingers…

A blue dress was wiggled up her legs and over her behind, one with lace tails and fine stitching. It sat a little loose on her hips, but it stayed where it was while she was sat down. In an absent way, she wondered when they’d replaced her underwear – it must have been very fine, as she didn’t feel any down there. Sequined shoes soon slid over her feet as well, while gentle fingers stroked through her hair, styling it into drill-ish curls. She’dve had no use for either on the battlefield, but currently she just couldn’t bring herself to object.

The top they fitted her with had the same sort of problems as the dress, feeling far too wide for her slender frame. It was ruffly and flowy, its fabric mostly transparent – more like the clothing of a harem girl than a warrior, though it still had that royal touch to it, ill-fitting as it was. Royal blue lipstick was applied to her lips, once the thick green that had been smeared there by an earlier kiss had been rubbed away, and the tingling in her head only seemed to grow as it was applied. Doubly so, once the whorishly thick eyeshadow was painted on.

Then sparkling sapphire earrings were clipped onto her ears, and a golden tiara shining with blue gems was placed on her head, and the two Greens stepped back, bouncing in glee. “There!” “Oh doesn’t she look spesh?” “A treasure, a super super treasure!”

With the haze in her head so thick, she couldn’t even really tell which one was talking anymore.

“W… Wha…?”

“Oh!”

“But we’re not done!”

“Nope nope! That was just the dressup!”

“Yeah! Like, now you’re ready for the real show!”

“So just, y’know…”

“Sit back.”

“Relax!”

“And watch~”

With that, the two Greens bounced back up onto the stage and joined the two blondes, taking a pole each on either side of them. And then the music began to beat, even louder than before, and the four bimbo strippers began to dance, each one moving in tune with the others, in perfect synchronicity.

Lucina, if she could have, would have run there and then. As it was, though, with her head still tingling and thick, all she could do was sit back and drool a little as the music drummed in through her ears.

And then they started to sing.

“You're the champion, you're the best

You're deffo better than the rest!

On this stage you're number one!

Now you get to have your fun!

Relax and rest that weary head

Time to just be dumb instead!

Fill that silly mind with air

Search for thoughts that are not there!

Pump those boobs up big and proud!

Bounce and jiggle them for the crowd!

Smack that flat ass big and fat!

Let your brain drool out your twat~

Now you see there's no need to fight

You're our Princess, yep, that's right!

Don your crown and wear your slippers,

Time to join us bimbo strippers!”

The song thrummed through her, carried by an insistent beat that just tangled her thoughts up further. The words seemed to sing directly to her soul, their power seeping into her, flooding her very being, and she was powerless to resist.

In fact… Why would she resist? It sounded like… so much fun… Teehee~

Lu… L… Princess giggled, her drooling blue lips quirking up into a small smile as heat began to flow through her body. Her eyes never left the show her friends had put on for her, even as she felt the pleasant pink power start to gather in her hips, her ass starting to swell outwards, even lifting her up in her seat a few inches, until her formerly loose dress couldn’t stand to hold another inch.

Only then did the perfectly pink heat let up, moving through her body until it reached her chest, where, again, she began to grow, her small breasts finally, finally surging outwards, a lifelong sore point fading into memory, and then fading entirely as she forgot it with another giggle. Her dress was now filled nicely, her dark blue top still holding her true treasures hidden from the audience, but offering a nice slice of over and underboob to keep them happy.

And once again, only when the top could take no more did the heat rise up, flowing all the way into her head, where it bubbled away her thoughts and memories into air, and sent what was left of her brains down to drool out between whatever pair of lips seemed most convenient.

By the time the little dance number ended, Princess was the equal of any woman on stage – in both body and mind - and couldn’t dream of being otherwise. “Wow, guys!” She squealed, her fingers already dipped underneath her skirt. “That was, like, so great! You’re totally the best~”

“Anything for our Princess~” One of the Greens giggled.

“Yeah, you won after all~” A blonde nodded.

“Oh yeah, right…” That made sense to the dim blunette. Although… “Wait, what’d I win again?”

The bimbos all blinked at each other. The wind whistled between their ears.

Then they all shrugged. “Eh. Doesn’t matter.”

“C’mon, guys!” One of the blonde started walking for the stage door. “We’ve gotta get ready for our next show!”

“Ohhhh, right!” Quickly, the others hurried after her. Of course, since they were pretty much always ready for their next show, ‘getting ready’ was mostly just an excuse for fooling around backstage… But that was fun too, so why complain?

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“Huh. I don’t recognise this stage…” Zelda, holder of the triforce of Wisdom and princess of Hyrule stepped out of her pillar of light onto a strange stage filled with silver poles and purple curtains. “Do you know it?”

“Now why would you go and assume something like that, luv?” Bayonetta asked wryly, a dark eyebrow raised.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Peach called over, even if she didn’t look all that certain. “I’ve seen many strange stages in my time in the tournament…”

“It reminds me of a place that Thraja wanted to drag me off to,” Robin muttered as she landed. “Let’s just get this fight over with before she finds out I was here…”

And as the fighters prepared, waiting for the fight to begin, none of them noticed as, in the background, five very blessed ladies began to rise up behind them, ready to give this audience a much more interesting show…

… But they’d catch on soon enough~