Bimbo Cartridge - Fate's Booster (Nanoha Bimbo TF) (Patreon)

And time for story two!

This one's another kind of collaboration - a friend of mine, ForbiddenArchive (Check him out he writes a ton, it's insane) did a story bimbofying one of my favorite members of the Nanoha cast, Signum. (I have a type and they're all knight ladies.) And then he asked if I wanted to do a prequel starring Fate. Who am I to turn down such an offer?

(In fact I think I was so eager to do this one I might be posting it before he posts the Signum piece up - but if I am that means you can look forward to it!)

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(Contains bimbofication)

Not every day in the enforcement arm of the TSAB was a glamourous affair. Sometimes it wasn’t about cruising to far off planets, or saving entire civilizations, or battling for the fate of the galaxy. Sometimes even an ace like Fate T. Harlaown found themselves dealing with local level, small fry crime. To be honest, it was kind of relaxing.

Which wasn’t to say that she didn’t take it seriously. You didn’t become an ace of the TSAB by getting lax on the fundamentals. When she discovered signs of a low-level mage trafficking ring being put together right under the bureau’s very nose, she investigated and diligently reported her findings back to HQ. Naturally, they agreed with her assessment – a small time group of criminals with no real magical ability to speak of – and authorised her to take them down. They didn’t see any need to commit major resources to dealing with such a small time problem. Surely an ace would be more than enough to handle it.

It may have been a bit overconfident of them, but their trust in her abilities was well placed. Fate had more than earned her stripes dealing with far bigger threats than some lowlife criminals. This mission would be no problem.

And at first it really seemed that was exactly the case. A bunch of smugglers and kidnappers, while dangerous, were nothing compared to an S class mage. Clad in her blue uniform barrier jacket and sweeping white cloak, when Fate descended upon the operation’s warehouse, she did so like the wrath of god, her yellow energy blade cutting down criminals left and right – knocking them unconscious to be picked up by the authorities later after she’d called it all in, obviously.

And now, that just left the main office. She’d dealt with all the lesser thugs – there were no reinforcements for whoever was in charge here to call on, and no way to escape the building. It was time to put an end to this.

“Freeze!” Fate yelled as the heavy double door burst inwards – forced open by a powerful kick on the Enforcer’s part. “TSAB Enforcer Fate T. Harlaown. This building has been seized, and everyone in it is under arrest! Come quietly, or I will have to detain you by force!”

The office was a relatively simple affair. A big room with a few TV screens dotted around it – one wall being all screen, in fact – with a big desk at one end. And behind that desk, obviously, sat the leader of this whole operation. He wasn’t an impressive looking man, scrawny and wearing a tacky suit. Honestly, just by looking at him, Fate could tell he was little more than a patsy for bigger fish to use in their criminal games. But still, he’d make a nice capstone for her mission mopping up this mess. And it helped that he looked utterly terrified.

“M-Miss Harlaown!” The man stammered, shrinking back in his chair and looking like he wanted nothing more in all the world than the hide under his desk. “I-I don’t know what you could mean, this is an entirely legal-”

“Don’t bother,” Fate spat, rolling her eyes as she strode forward into the office, blade held ready at her side as she came to the stop in the middle of a plush, but cheap looking, rug right in front of him. “I have all the records of what you’ve been up to right here,” she said, tapping her intelligent device, “and it’s more than enough to send you and your henchmen away for the next fifty years. All I’m interested in hearing from you is anything you can tell me about your bosses – give me a lead I can use to take them down, and maybe I’ll be able to put a good word in at your sentencing.”

She had the upper hand here, and she knew it. The criminal scum in front of her was shaking in his boots. There was no question about it – he’d spill his guts and tell her all he knew with just the slightest amount of prodding. If she was lucky, then, she might actually be able to use this guy to get to a much bigger target…

“Uh…” The man hesitated, eyes darting around as if looking for an exit, any exit at all. Yep, he just needed one more push.

Fate lifted her sword and slammed it straight through his nice desk, cleaving it into two neat halves that collapsed against the floor, leaving nothing between the criminal and her wrath. “Tell me. Now.”

“Alright! Alright!” He raised his hands in surrender, panic clear on his face. “I’ll tell you what I know. But I don’t have much. They were always sure never to let me get too good a look at what they were planning.”

Pity. That had been what she expected, yes, but it was still annoying. Oh well, this wasn’t a bad day’s work. Maybe she’d get lucky with her next case…

“Oh, but…”

Fate paused, raising an eyebrow. “But?”

The man looked nervous. “They… They have been talking about a new product, recently…”

A new product? Interesting. She hadn’t heard anything about this from her underworld contacts. Curious, she leaned forward. “A new product? What is it?”

“Uh… I can show you.” He licked his lips nervously. “I have a box in my desk drawer. Can I…?”

The blonde smirked. “Sure. But don’t try anything funny – I’m faster than you can imagine.”

“W-wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Harlaown!” The criminal nodded, sweating buckets. With a little effort and fumbling he managed to pull the drawer out of his destroyed desk, removing a small plastic box from it. Still nervous, he opened the lid and presented it to her, revealing a small pile of pink sphered – about the size of gumballs.

Fate looked at them curiously, tilting her head. She’d never seen anything like these on the black market. “What are these supposed to be?”

“Uh…” The guy looked shifty – because he was admitting to smuggling contraband directly to an officer of the law, no doubt. “W-well, I don’t know the specifics, I’m not a mage myself or anything, but these are supposed to be… cartridges, or something? For mages. To power them up?”

“…” Fate gave him a flat look. Naturally, given her history she was all too familiar with the concept of mages using cartridges to enhance their powers. She herself used them frequently – though this lot hadn’t even merited using a single one. And as such, she was well aware that… “These aren’t cartridges. They wouldn’t even fit in a cartridge enhanced weapon. You couldn’t load them. What are they really?”

“N-no, I mean it!” He was really starting to sweat now. “They’re, uh. They’re not for weapons though. I think mages are supposed to use them themselves?”

Hm. Cartridges for mages? That would explain why they looked more like pills than actual weapon shells. The idea was still ludicrous, of course, but this crook would have to be insane to lie to her right now. One set of tests back at the TSAB science division labs would reveal the truth – and that would certainly be exactly where she was sending these…

Bzzt

… After she’d tested it herself, obviously. After all, as a mage herself, it would be easy for her to just use one of these cartridges and find out what it did. That would make finding out what these people were up much easier, wouldn’t it?

The blonde blinked, frowning for a moment. Wait, she wasn’t actually considering this, was she? Use what seemed to be an untested drug on herself? Why would she do that? It’d be a simple matter to take them back to the lab…

Bzzt!

But that would just be a waste of time! She could get it out of the way now, while she still had this suspect on hand to interrogate. Yes, that was the correct choice – she’d act immediately.

Before she even realised what was happening, Fate reached into the plastic box, plucking a single pink ‘cartridge’ out of it, and without a moment’s thought or hesitation, tossed it into her mouth. And she then had half a second for her very quick mind to suddenly question what the fuck she was doing, her eyes widening slightly-

Then a mental nuke powerful enough to level entire mind-palace, no, a mind-city, went off in the centre of her skull. Her mouth slammed shut, teeth gritting tight as her eyes crossed, body jolting in shock hard enough to blow her white cloak clean off of her shoulders. “Ngh!” A quiet squeak escaped her lips as she instinctively tried to think, try to work out what had just happened, but her normally quick-witted brain was dealing with something far too intense to actually manage a thought – Pleasure.

It felt good. It felt unimaginably, unbelievably, wonderfully good! Far better, far far better than anything the soft-hearted enforcer had ever experienced before – not even the wildest of nights with her beloved partner could remotely compare. The pink pill’s energy seeped into her nervous system and turned every inch of her body into an extension of her clit, turning every brush of fabric, every breath of air against her skin into a supernova of delight – and that was nothing compared to what it did to the parts of her already primed for pleasure. Just the slightest stroke of wind against her chest set off an explosion of juices between her legs that just wouldn’t stop, a steady waterfall of arousal soaking through her panties in seconds.

Fate had no defence. In less than a second she had been completely an utterly defeated, her powerful mind liquified into pleasant pink passive perfection. The world around her turned bright and happy, just like the inside of her head. Her gritted teeth slowly parted, her jaw starting to relax, until finally her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out, lips quirked in a large, stupid smile. Her eyes finally uncrossed, only to start to pulsing with pink, heart shaped rings, her irises shrinking into little hearts in the middle of them. The stiff, upright enforcer began to droop, slouching a little in place as her arousal drizzled down between her legs…

And the criminal she had thought she’d apprehended laughed in her stupefied face.

“Well now! How the tables have turned, eh, Miss Fate T. Harlaown?” He bragged, standing straight for the first time since the blonde had entered the room. “And here I was worried the runes wouldn’t affect you in time…”

The man glanced down at the cheap rug Fate had chosen to stand on, brushing it aside with his foot to reveal a hidden mandala of runes and seals that she had unwittingly been right on top of. Something his bosses had gifted to him just in case someone like Fate ever showed up – though he decided right then and there that he’d have them replace it next time he spoke to them. If she hadn’t been confident enough to stride right into his den, she might never have been caught in his trap, and never fallen prey to that little mental nudge that pushed her into swallowing one of his pink ‘cartridges’. The next time he might not be so lucky – maybe he could place them around the door or something, for the next unruly visitor to unknowingly stumble through…

But right now he had much better things to be doing than worrying about the future. After all, he had a blonde bitch to play with…

“I guess you learned too late not to mess with Lawrence Loveless,” he chuckled, circling and examining the stupefied blonde from every angle. “You must have been a dumb bitch even before you blew out your brains, huh, bimbo?”

Fate giggled, her eyes swirling. In her current state, she certainly couldn’t resist what he was telling her – the magic of the pill and her own enfeebled mind made sure of that. “That must be right, Sir!” she managed to answer. “I always thought I was pretty smart, but I musta had brains made of bricks to fall for a trick like that!”

Lawrence smiled. “Damn straight. But let’s cut to the chase, you magical moron. You just cost this operation a ton of money blundering in here and breaking all this stuff. And what’s more, you even ate one of our super expensive bimbo pills! Do you have any idea how much this cost?”

“Not a clue, sir!” was the blonde’s cheerful response. “I was too stupid to even think of that!”

“Well, it’s more than you can count,” he said, unthinkingly setting the bar incredibly low. “So we’ll have to have you make up for it. You’re going to work those sloppy holes of yours for us until the end of time, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh! Yes sir!” Fate moaned at the very idea of being used, her legs shaking as the pleasure of the ‘thought’ made her climax all over again. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for my dumb ass!”

“Oh, your dumb ass will be making things up to us for a long, long time, don’t you worry about that,” Lawrance laughed. “But first… For all that you’re cute, I think your body could do with a little improvement. We don’t need cute here, after all – we need drop dead stupid bimbo whores. So fix yourself up for me, why don’t you – starting with these!”

He reached out and squeezed her tits through her uniform, drawing another gasp and a moan from her as pleasure refried what was left of her mind. “Y-yes sir,” she stuttered, clumsily trying to salute. “I’ll make myself into the biggest bimbo whore you’ve ever- Grk!”

A loud Ping rang through her mind, her eyes crossed once more, her stupid smile freezing on her face, as her brain just burst. Popped like a bubble. Her thoughts and feelings and identity itself, all reduced to simple slush by the command that echoed  through her empty head. Pink magic began to gather around her, swirling like a miniature storm with her at its heart. The criminal released her and backed up slowly, before settling down to watch the show.

The magic that had spread throughout her body now drank in the slush that had once been the sharpest enforcer in the dimensional sea, drank down her past and thoughts and spirited them away to a place that needed them far more – as the pink storm around her began to focus on her chest.

RIP!

Her blue top split, and then shredded, pushed aside by a sudden massive growth spurt as all of Fate’s smarts were shoved into her tits instead – and she’d once been very smart indeed, so accordingly her new tits were truly massive, and they did not care about any fabric in their path. By the time they were done, her breasts were twice the size of her head, and her outfit was in ruins. And with what was left over – because Fate really had been very clever, before she’d fallen for such a stupid trap – was quickly shared out to the rest of her, plumping up her rear and puffing up her lips just a little more, while marking her thigh with a pink kiss mark, just in case anyone doubted what she was.

For a final touch, the pink storm swirled around her once more, power funnelling into the ruins of her outfit and transforming it into something far more appropriate for her new station. Her top became a pair of golden glittering nipple piercings in the shape of little lightning bolts, while her stockings became pink heeled boots, and her pants became a pair of heart shaped panties that did nothing to hide her still soaked cunt. And as a last little gift, a final zap as the storm dissipated struck the bimbo’s head, turning her hair ribbons bright pink, and making sure anyone who desired to use her face had appropriate handholds to grab on to.

And then it was over. Where once stood Fate T. Harlaown, the Ace of the Enforcer division, brilliant investigator and incredible fighter… Now stood – or knelt, as the blonde dropped to her knees – a vapid, airheaded, slutty, utterly stupid bimbo whore, with a dumb smile on her face and a lusty look in her eye.

“Much better,” said Lawrance, nodding approvingly as he inspected his new property. “The bosses’ll be very pleased once we ship you out – though first I’m definitely going to have you make up what you did to my men by letting them use you for the next week. Of course, I get first dibs on all the new sluts…”

There was a zipping sound, and a delighted blonde bimbo’s eyes widened as they fixed on his crotch – the new centre of her world, until he discarded her and she forgot, at least. Eagerly, she scrambled towards him on her knees, kneeling submissively before him as she lifted her boobs in her arms, squeezing them together in preparation to show him the kind of tit-job she’d ditched her brain in order to achieve…

And as he looked down at her, he wondered, briefly, if there was anything left of Fate in that empty head of hers… Before dismissing the thought as ridiculous. There was no way there was anything capable of thought behind eyes that vapid.

And with that, he let the bimbo wrap herself around his cock, and take the first step of the rest of her existence as a dumb little sex toy. That was all she was – and all she would ever be.