April O'Neil: Ace MILF Reporter!
By Quelch
Picture by UnknownRez
"Ew, gross", April spoke out loud before quickly silencing herself. Nowadays the sewers were frequently occupied by all sorts of characters and being detected on a covert mission like hers' would put a stop to her career to say the least. Yet again, April O'Neil found herself hot on the trail of some nefarious wrongdoings taking place in NYC and if the past few years had taught her anything, it was that the Foot Clan were most likely behind it. One of her underground contacts had informed her of some shady goings on, with people entering abandoned warehouses down by the docks, but no hide nor hair being seen of them thereafter.
Her journalistic senses tingling, April begged her boss, the J. Jonah Jameson-esque Burne Thompson to give let her do an investigation but as per usual he would rather April film some puff piece about a dog show than any real, hard-hitting journalism. 'He probably wants that jerk Vernon Fenwick to cover it. Thompson has never liked me!'. And so after letting her best friend and colleague Irma Langinstein know of her plans, April grabbed a camera and set off on her own. 'With the footage I'll get, Burne will have to give me a promotion!''.
Normally she would have gone to the turtles and asked for their help, but the four and Master Splinter were off saving the day in Japan. Casey Jones had gone AWOL too, so her mission would be more for intelligence gathering than stopping any potential villains' diabolical deeds. April had so much experience with being captured by the Foot that she knew their base would probably be underground with the warehouses acting as secret passage entrances. But going in the front entrance would definitely lead to her capture, and after it happening well over 100 times by this point, April was determined to not be kidnapped again.
If the base was underground then it should be accessible from New York's expansive sewers; luckily all the time spent with the turtles in their hideout had given April an in-depth knowledge of their layout. Managing to avoid the 'God-knows-what' floating in the water and doing her best to keep her sunflower-yellow jumpsuit clean, April tracked the sewers to the docks and as she suspected, located a hidden passageway.
Said passageway was at first similar to a mine shaft, with a beam-supported and lantern-lit tunnel dug into the Earth till after what felt like an hour a shining mechanical door presented itself. Stealing herself, April ventured through and found herself in more metallic, futuristic corridors, familiar to her. 'This has gotta' be the Technodrome! I knew the Foot were up to something!'. Her suspicions of their involvement proved true when she heard the muted marching of feet, hiding behind a door and peering through a crack to see Foot ninja make their way past. Turning around, April found herself in a lab filled with all kinds of mechanical gizmos and bubbling fluids. Light shined from beyond an open door at the far end which O'Neil sneakily spied from, finding a lab as big as a church, complete with a metal table in the centre upon which an unconscious woman was restrained.
April strained her eyes through her camera's viewpoint as she saw the woman, surprised to see someone like her in this place. April guessed she was in her mid to late-forties, with peroxide blonde hair styled into voluminous curls and waves, but her hair wasn't the only large thing about her; the captive's breasts, hips, ass, and even lips were plush, curvaceous and titillating, plus she had a little extra weight to spare from a lifetime of vice. And by the skimpy dress, high heels, abundance of bling and trashy makeup she sported, she reminded April of the kind of licentious woman she often saw at seedy bars. Above her, some large energy projection device hung.
Finally, her captors stepped into view. Well one, none other than the Shredder himself stepped while part-man, part-fly, all mad scientist Baxter Stockman buzzed behind him, a vial of some green substance grasped in his appendages.
"Stockman! Is the subject ready for the procedure yet?", the leader of the Foot clan boomed.
"Almost master! I'm just configuring the Dimensional Transmogrifier to the correct settings, it'll just take a short while", the insectoid scientist replied.
"Well hurry it up, worm! You waste my time with your ineptitude!".
"Yes master Shredder, sorry! It's just that for woman of her age, the procedure takes a little bit of tweaking. Apologies Lord Shredder, but I must ask, why her, when someone a bit younger and, well, healthier would be a much more suitable candidate for your new weapon to destroy the Turtles?"
"SILENCE YOU INSOLENT CRETIN! DO YOU DARE QUESTION ME?!".
"No master, sorry master!".
"You had better not. I grow tired looking at your disgusting face. Alert me when the procedure is ready to begin".
"Yes, of course master".
With that, Shredder exited through a door which slid shut behind him, and Baxter laid down his vial on a cart besides the woman before heading to a bank of computer controls. Like Stockman, April too was perplexed as to the choice of victim. Little did they both know, Oroku Saki had a fetish for MILFs and loved to take off his blades, cape, helmet and mask before venturing to bars to pick up bodacious ladies of a certain age gagging for the company of a tall, muscular foreigner like himself. If he was going to have a new creature to destroy his arch nemeses, he would prefer one that would suit his tastes, especially in providing certain non-enemy destroying services.
April had come for a scoop, but she couldn't let some poor woman be turned into a monster against her will! Her reconnaissance mission had just become a rescue mission. Baxter was constantly turning around to check on the woman, so April would need to find some way to distract him. Luckily the small lab she was hiding in had just that, as a bevy of Mousers came streaming into the main lab, wreaking havoc, one even knocking over the trolley with the vial. "Ah! My equipment!", screamed Stockman as he buzzed around trying to turn off his machines before they caused more damage.
April made the most of the distraction, sneaking over to the restraining table where she stealthily unfastened the MILF's bonds, her eye catching the vial of green goo on the floor. 'Ooze, from Dimension X! It's what these creeps use to create their monsters. I'd better get it into safer hands; Donny will know what to do with it!', April thought as she picked the vial up and placed it within her ample cleavage, unaware that it's collision with the ground had caused it to crack a barely visible amount at the base, letting the Ooze very gradually, well, ooze out and diffuse through April's skin and into her bloodstream. Unrestrained, the MILF was beginning to regain consciousness, meekly stumbling with April.
"Okay lady, just put your arm around my shoulder. We're gonna get you out of he- Damn, how heavy are you?! Ooh, sorry, that was rude of me!", April apologised, astonished by how damn heavy the woman was.
Sluggishly, the MILF and April made their way towards the exit. Unfortunately, their slow speed allowed Baxter to recapture his inventions and realize what was going on.
"You! It's either you or those damn turtles always interfering with my plans. Unhand my subject this instant! Master Shredder! Master Shredder! Intruders!", Baxter screamed as he attacked the struggling April, grabbing her hair.
The reporter punched him square in the eye, loosening his grip on her to hold his sensory organ in pain, before anger plastered his face and he screamed as he flew directly at her, murder in his compound eyes. April steeled herself for a battle, but it was unneeded as a wooden hockey stick swung straight into Stockman's skull, knocking him out cold.
"Ya' know babe, ya' always end up getting' ya'self into trouble. Lucky I'm here to bail ya' out!", the Hockey mask-wearing, sports good wielding vigilante smugly declared in his thick Brooklyn accent.
"Casey Jones, were you following me? That's something stalkers do, you know!", April scorned, glad to see her good friend but annoyed by his cockiness, punching him in the shoulder.
"Ow, save the punchin' for the bad guys why don'tcha? I was jus' followin' up on a lead when I saw ya' sneakin' 'bout in the sewers and figured ya'd need me to save ya' 'ventually".
"Sounds like stalking to me. Thanks, anyway. Before you save me though, we've got to save this woman".
"Okay le- wait a minute… Barb?".
April's eyes narrowed. "You know her? I didn't think she was your type".
"Not like that! She's from the neighbourhood. Sweet lady, great with us kids, but she had a pretty wild side, I can tell ya! Why, ya' jealous? Maybe when ya' get to her age ya'll look… well, like her".
"Ha, keep dreaming, Jones. Now help me get her out of here".
Casey grabbed Barb's other arm and grunted as he lifted her, the three making their way to the exit, only to stop in their tracks when they heard a familiar voice."Stockman? Stockman, what is all this racket you incompetent cretin! If you- You two?! Interfering with my plans again?! You fools have no idea what-"; Shredder was cut off as Casey launched a hockey puck at the door control, smashing it just before the Shredder passed through the doorway, causing the metal screen to slam shut in front of him, inoperable.
"That won't hold him for long", informed Casey, who was proven correct when not ten seconds later, Shredder's blades had cleaved through the door which he kicked apart.
"Aw, hell. You get her outta' here, I'll hold him off. Hey scuzzball! It's my serve!", Casey declared, thwacking more pucks at the infuriated ninja master before engaging him in combat with his wooden hockey stick, quickly splintered and forcing him to move onto a metal baseball bat. 'Casey, no!', April screamed in her mind. Going up against Shredder was suicide but it was the only way to protect Shredder's captive. 'If only the turtles were here'. Casey's fight didn't last long; his street fighting was no match for generations of martial arts discipline and soon Shredder held his glaive above his opponent for the killing blow.
"Unlucky for you, there are no turtles to save you this time, Jones!".
As Shredder brought down his blades and April screamed "No!", metal tinged against metal as a sai caught said blades and twisted them away, before a green foot kicked Shredder in the chest, forcing him to slide away and release his grip on Casey Jones' shirt.
"Think again, tin can", a red-masked Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle smugly remarked.
"Raph! What took ya'?".
"Good to see you too, pal".
Raphael was joined by his twin-katana'd elder brother, Leonardo, who mocked, "I didn't know the'almighty' Foot Clan had a thing for kidnapping defenceless old ladies. But I'd guess that'd be the only way you'd ever get a date".
"Mock all you want, a child like you will never know the company of a woman. Especially after I kill you!", Shredder retorted, only for the goofiest and orange-masked member of the turtles, Michelangelo, to reply with, "We're not kids, bro. We're teenagers! Cowabunga dude!", as he assailed down his grappling hook to kick Shredder in the head, knocking off his helmet.
"Mikey, we haven't been teenagers for years!", Raphael chastised.
"Oh yeah, guess it's just like, the brand, bro!".
"Grrr… Bebop! Rocksteady! Come deal with this trash!", Shredder commanded, before the mutant Rhino burst through the wall, followed by his warthog companion.
"Donny, help April and Casey get the civilian out of here, we'll keep these three distracted", Leonardo instructed the tallest and most intelligent of the brothers who stayed behind as the other three led the villains away.
"Come on, let's get you to an escape pod", said the purple-masked Donatello as he took Barb's other arm for support while Casey limped beside them.
"How'd you find me? Got a tracker on me or something?", April asked, half-joking, Donatello clarifying, "No, they ran out of battery months ago. We just got back from Japan early and swung by Channel 6 to surprise you, but you weren't there. Irma told us you'd gone investigating, so we just put two and two together. What's with the old lady?".
"Those Foot creeps were going to transform Barb into their latest bad guy; I guess Shredder has a thing for mature women. Oh, by the way, I was going to give you this. They were going to use it on her".
"The Dimension X mutagen! Thank you, April, this will be fascinating to study!".
As Donatello relieved April of the vial and placed it in his backpack, she could have sworn that there was far less in it than earlier but pegged it as a trick of the light.
On their way there, the familiar rumbling of the Technodrome rang out as it breached the ground above. Donatello and Casey fended off Foot robots till April and Barb were safely in an escape pod, the two men going back to join the Turtles. Inside the pod, April relaxed a little, slumping down in a seat while the vehicle shot out of the giant mechanical eyeballed sphere and gently touched down a little away from Central Park, where the Technodrome had surfaced. As she laid there, April began to feel warm under the collar, the heat intensifying and making her sweat and pant. She pulled down the zip on her jumpsuit, exposing yet even more cleavage than the scandalous amount she normally showed off.
Even after the pod had landed, April was left weak and immobile as a burning sensation spread from her chest and across the whole her body. Despite the high temperatures, the sensation was not anything if not pleasurable, especially as it reached her nipples, lips and private parts. Finally both the heat and tingling died down, allowing the reporter to regain her breath. April figured it was the effect of shock from almost seeing a man she cared deeply for, perhaps even love, die in front of her or even a malfunction of the escape pod's climate controls, but little did she realise as to its true origin.
Half a container's worth of ooze had been absorbed into her bloodstream and now it's mutagenic properties were going to work. Dimension X mutagen caused the subject to undergo a transformation, gaining the attributes of the macro-organism they last came in contact with. It was how the TMNT came to be, starting as turtles who were Master Splinter's pets, and how Splinter, having been near sewer rats, achieved his rodent attributes. And the being O'Neil had been exposed to both the longest and the most recently was the buxom MILF Barb. But ooze didn't just make a person adopt their traits. Sometimes it enhanced them…
The emergency services were already bustling when April exited the pod with Barb, who by now was becoming more lucid.
"Oooh~ Where am I? Where's that charmin' hunk of a man? He said he was goin' to show me a good time. He was so muscular and handsome…", Barb enquired.
Screenshots of Casey, Shredder, and the Turtles flashed through April's mind as she thought 'Mmmm, which one…? Huh?! Why did I think that', before she shook herself back to reality.
"Lady, you have got to stop meeting strange men in bars. That guy was up to no good; he must've slipped something in your drink".
"But sometimes it's worth it, no? The thrill of it all? I'm sure a cutie-patootie like you knows all about that", Barb reasoned, winking at April who turned beet red both from the embarrassment of a near-50 year old woman flirting with her and also from the stray thought agreeing, 'She certainly has a point, fu-fu!~'.
Finally April managed to drop Barb off at an ambulance, but not before the milf thanked her, wrote down her number and gave it to April, telling her to, "Call me any time you're up for havin' some fun with me~".
April was unsure if she was referring to trawling for men together, or being together together, thinking 'Probably both. I hope so'.
As she left, April could hear Barb trying it on with the paramedics.
"You're going to make me feel all better, hm? I do love people in uniform…".
Now without the burden of having to look after an overly-flirtatious middle-aged woman, April was raring to get back to Central Park and report the action. But first, she had to ring her work; the battle needed live coverage so Fenwick would be needed to film her reporting live at the scene.
"Mr. Thompson, hi! Have I got a scoop for you! Only live footage from inside the Technodrome! You see, I was right! No, I'm not gloating sir. Okay, maybe just a little bit. If you haven't heard yet, it's crazy over at Central Park! The other stations will be too much of a bunch of fraidy-cats to get up right close to the action, and I know you like me to get right in there, so if you could send Vernon- What do you mean he's run off?! Evacuated?! But this is breaking news! Doesn't he know that cowardice is a very unattractive quality in a man? But I know you're quite the opposite, sir… Errr, what I mean is, is Irma still there? Ask that lil' cutie if she's willing to meet me on the corner of [NYC streets] with a live video feed. Trust me sir, I know what I'm doing, this isn't my first rodeo. Chanel Six'll get an award for this! Great, thank you so much, sir! I'll be sure to thank you properly later…, by, errrr, winning that Pulitzer! Bye! Man, what is up with me today? I need a cold shower!".
April began her power walk over to the corner of [NYC streets], wanting to waste as little time as possible. As she walked, her posture began to subtly change as her pelvis rotated, her muscles and tissues morphing to accommodate. Her butt stuck out behind her and there was a curve from it along her lower back as she stood up straight, pushing her chest forward and causing both her ass and breasts to stick out. Her walk cycle changed as well, her steps shifting from wide strides to a power strut akin to a model's, as if her feet were walking along an invisible line. To increase the efficiency of the amount of time spent with foot to floor, support moved from her heels to the balls of her feet, her Achilles tendon shortening to compensate, forcing her up onto her tip toes.
Walking became stiff, awkward and painful due to the flat undersoles of her white boots, becoming noticeably bad as April started complaining, "Ow. Oof. Argh. Ee", as she walked. 'What is up with these shoes? Sewer water must've dried them out or something. And lord knows they aren't nearly fabulous enough!'. April had to stop to rest and conveniently saw across the street a high-class department store. "I hope it's open", April mused to herself as she passed through the honking cars stuck in gridlock trying to escape the city.
The store was indeed as classy on the inside as it was from the exterior, with workers hurriedly bustling to secure everything before they too evacuated. One of the personal shoppers spotted April, walking over to her to let her know, "I'm sorry ma'am but were closing for, well, obvious reasons".
The employee was somehow directly in the centre between traditionally male and female in terms of appearance, voice and mannerisms, and somehow April recognised them.
"I'm really sorry but it's an emergency! I need to get to Central Park to report on all this, but my boots are killing me, so I need a new pair desperately!", April begged.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but I- wait a minute, are you April O'Neil?", the personal shopper inquired.
"Um, yeah, that's me".
"Oh my god, I thought it was you! You did that report on the PRIDE march and us gender-non-conforming people! You interviewed me down at the [insert LGBT+ club here]. You were really nice to me, and I thought your report was amazing!".
"Oh yes, err- Ash, isn't it? I thought I recognised you! I never forget a beautiful face".
"Oh, my! Well… aw, to hell with it, call this an 'end of the world' sale! Follow me!".
April limped behind Ash, finding herself checking out their shapely rear.
'It really don't matter what gender somebody is. Hawt is hawt!', April thought; an opinion she already held, but not to such an overtly lustful degree.
Ash helped April quickly select a pair of white leather boots, finding that she walked flawlessly in a pair of 8-inch heel platforms. At the checkout, Ash rang the boots up for free and even gave April a bag with a bunch of assorted jewellery from a clearance counter.
"It's last year's stock, and company policy is to melt down whatever isn't sold, so it's better they do not go to waste. For some reason I think they'd look magnificent on you!", Ash complimented.
April was flabbergasted by their kindness and so fished out a business card with her number on and told them, "Feel free to call me later. Let's meet up so I can thank you properly", before returning to the street while Ash blushed like a ripe tomato.
April made her way to corner of [NYC streets] but Irma had yet to turn up. As she waited, April became curious about the contents of the small bag of jewellery she had acquired. Inside where a selection of pieces: bangle bracelets, rings, huge hoop earrings and a pearl necklace with biggest white pearls she had ever seen. Normally April didn't wear jewellery, finding it annoying and potentially causing her injury if it got caught on anything during one of the predicaments she frequently found herself in, and at first she thought these items were no different. She liked relying on her natural looks for her beauty, not any of this fakery which would no doubt have people think her vain and un-credible.
But the more she observed how they sparkled and shimmered the more enticing the idea of wearing them became. 'Sure they're pretty garish, but they are quite… striking. Some people might even call them beautiful. Beautiful jewels for a beautiful woman. And am I not beautiful myself, fu-fu?~'. They were obviously pricy, far more expensive than anything April could ever afford, especially for items so garish they'd be the kind of things bimbo trophy wives would wear, but still she felt like somehow they suited her, like she was exactly the right kind of person for them.
First she slipped on the silver bangles, shining so brightly they almost appeared white, and although large in both width and diameter, the three on her right wrist and two on her left felt nigh-weightless, jangling loudly against each other every time she moved. Next came the rings, 16 in total occupying every finger and thumb, all silver with intricate designs and often crystals imbedded, either clear or coloured pink, white or purple. The earrings were just like the bangles but even larger and heavier, embedded with diamantes but still somehow feeling feather-light. The necklace was the final touch, each humongous pearl clattering against its neighbours as they draped down to April's collar. With this piece she actually felt its heft, not that it bothered her; weight meant high quality and thus high-class.
Looking at her reflection in a window, O'Neil saw how gaudy, how downright fabulous she looked! 'Mmmm, yeah, work it, girl!', she thought to herself. 'Hold on, were my nails always that colour?'. April could have sworn her latest, albeit chipped self-given manicure was with clear polish, but her nails were now covered in a flawless rose pink distraction was ended by the arrival of Irma, large camera and microphone bag hanging from her shoulder.
"Ooh, Irma, how wonderful to see ya', darlin'!", April welcomed.
"Oh! Err, high April. Your looking very, err- glamorous, today. I love your makeup!", Irma complimented.
"Huh? What makeup?".
April returned to her reflection and gasped when she saw her face. A tonne of product had been slathered over her face, enough to be sexy and a little trashy but not so much to look bad at all. Contour, highlighter and blush upon thick primer, concealer and foundation highlighted her high cheekbones and slender neck and nose, whilst her eyes were covered in intricate eyeshadow in shades of pink and red, thick eyeliner and even thicker mascara with fake-looking fluttery eyelashes which now invaded her field of vision. Her lips, meanwhile, already nicely shaped were made downright kissable by the addition of shining lipgloss and lipliner the same shade as her nails.
"I didn't put any on this morning… but dang, don't I look hawt with it! I'll think about it later, right now we gotta get to Central Park!".
The expanse of greenery usually populated by joggers, dog-walkers and criminals was now a site of heroes versus even more criminals. Not only were the Turtles, Casey Jones, Shredder, Bebop, Rocksteady, and Baxter Stockman battling, but also were Krang, Rat King, Master Splinter and Usagi Yojimbo, somehow arrived from his universe! It was the greatest melee the Big Apple had ever seen, and April and Irma were right there on the scene to capture it all and broadcast it live across the globe. Virtually every eye with a TV screen was watching April O'Neil's earth-shattering coverage and commentary as Irma struggled to hold the camera steady, especially considering what she was seeing in person. For you see, global news headlines would focus less on the TMNT's latest romp, but instead on the reporter at the scene.
Those familiar with O'Neil and her work would have picked up on something strange immediately, what with her sexy posture like some pinup girl, odd choice of footwear for a warzone and OTT jewellery and makeup choices, but even new watchers' attentions were peaked when she said to the camera, "This is April O'Neil reporting in. Your red hawt momma is here with all of the latest news and hawt goss for my lovelies!".
'What?!', April undetectably thought. 'Why would I say that? I've never talked like this before! Though why I haven't is beyond me; I'm sure my viewers love me giving them a tease with my rich, sultry voice… No! Focus on your reporting! Channel 6 is depending on you!'.
"Now as we can see, the rabbit samurai from a parallel Earth, Usagi Yojimbo, is taking on Shredder, though the leader of the Foot is putting up quite a fight! Oh I do hope that adorable little bun-bun is alright! Though Shredder does have some gorgeous muscles on him. Mmmm, mama like…And err, err, Donatello, the scientist of the Ninja Turtles, is using his staff to vault up to Krang in his robot body and, yes! A kick straight to the face! Krang has fallen out of his suit and is now writhing on the ground, out for the count. My, what a lot of tentacles; I bet he can get into all kinds of nooks and crannies with those! And that Donatello; I hope that's not the only staff of his that's that long!"
Throughout the 34 minutes of broadcast till Krang opened a portal to Dimension X and the villains retreated, Rocksteady, Stockman and the Rat King in cuffs, April's speech became less like the old her and more horny, more mature, commenting on how attractive everybody was while simultaneously giving off somewhat maternal vibes, like a disreputable mother or a cool aunt. By the 13 minute mark, that was the only way April talked, her natural style of presenting integrated completely with the "horny mommy" persona as she'd become known throughout the world.
At the 17 minute mark, that was when the changes that would shock the world would begin. Firstly, eagle-eyed viewers spotted her glimmering pink fingernails growing, becoming thick and pointed like she were wearing extensions. Next, her hair started slowly growing out of her scalp, new strands erupting as to give her a volume possible only from a wig or a mass of extensions. Her fringe remained the same, just fluffier, but hair grew long in front of her ears, obscuring them and her earrings. To the rear her brown hair erupted furiously, cascading down to the small of her back, raised so high she looked like she must have at least ten Bump-Its clipped in. A little after the hair had begun sprouting, the other growth commenced.
Simultaneously, fat began to build all around her body, skin loosening a little with the sign of age, allowing the fat to fill the void before the skin tightened again as if rejuvenated by some kind of beauty procedure. The build-up affected every major body point bar her feet, which stayed petit and sleek. Her once toned and sleek mid-section, achieved from countless hours of Pilates and aerobics videos was lost as adipose tissue reversed all her hard work past the point of any prior thickness. To compensate, her muscle mass increased to support the extra weight pulling down on her. Her arms and legs were the same, fat layering upon hardening muscle, but thankfully these limbs remained uniform, devoid of cellulite or bingo wings.
Where most fat ballooned were in her hips and ass which became so bodacious, so wide, so succulent that she could cause a dent in a car bonnet if she sat on it and would have trouble passing through narrow doors and passageways. Her breasts also filled not only with fat but with milk, her body now perfect for creating, giving birth to and supporting babies. They settled at G-cups, but a foreign, non-biological substance began to form thanks to the mysterious properties of the Ooze. Silicon bags sealed above her muscle and became flush with saline, expanding her boobs to O-cups.
Not only did fat accrue on her neck and face, giving rise to terms such as "healthy" and "well-fed", but her face began to age, becoming wrinkled like a person who had lived a life in excess to their 60s. Said haggard face proceeded to instantly smoothen, revealing a stunningly gorgeous face devoid of imperfection but still very mature and plastered with makeup, her cheekbones well-chiselled and her eyes slightly enlarged but eyelids frozen into semi-permanent bedroom eyes, April only dropping her seductive gaze with effort or when shocked, a la Jessica Rabbit. Her lips were the last body part to change, becoming plush with natural collagen before filler plumped them to near-cartoonish proportions, matching her excessively gorgeous MILFy face perfectly.
As her body changed, so miraculously did her clothing, her jumpsuit gaining more material to compensate for the wider load, especially in her pants, but still hugging tightly, her ass forever near ripping the pant seat, the zip unable to make it past the base of her bosom, leaving nearly all of her glorious cleavage on show. Her jewellery too expanded to suit, the rings and bracelets widening to sit comfortably on her fingers and wrists while her earrings grew to poke prominently out from her hair, and the necklace won more and bigger pearls around her not quite as slender neck. Ultimately, April's body became that of a vision, a veritable goddess of fertility. She was curvaceous and plump, but not overly so, accruing the chub of a life well-lived, her waist narrow but stomach having a few extra pounds from all the pregnancies she hadn't had (yet).
While April's body transmogrified so did her voice, adding the dusky hue of age, the sultry tone of a woman completely one with her sensuality, and the caring lilt of maternal affection. Meanwhile, her mind too was undergoing a transformation. The invasive thoughts of wishing for carnal pleasure became more intrusive, April at first second guessing her new values, for example thinking, 'Gawd I feel so hawt! Why am I thinking like that!? 'Cuz I am that hawt!'. But eventually, as if almost on autopilot, April ceased to focus on her misgivings, instead diverting her attention to her reporting.
The brief moments of clarity were quickly quashed as her worries were melted away by the bliss of the mutagen. The simple, decadence-orientated mindset of Barb was translated into April's brain patterns, her neurons being physically re-arranged, and chemical balances altered to form a hybrid of both women's sensibilities. A little after her physical transformation had finished 28 minutes since the start of broadcast, O'Neil's conscious mind was completely re-formatted, her subconscious letting out one last whimper before it too was fully MILFified.
"And wow, that brings an end to one hell of a rumble here in downtown New York. The goodies have won again and saved the day, hurray! Make sure if you ever see any of these young, handsome, hunky, virile heroes, let them now just how much you appreciate them. I know this hawt momma will after the camera stops rollin'! [wink] Or heck, even the baddies for puttin' on such a good show! We all know how fun it can be bein' naughty! Till next time my lovlies, stay safe and stay sexy! This is April O'Neil for Channel 6 News, signin' off!".
Around the world, people stared at each other in disbelief, excitedly discussing what they had just witnessed in person, across telephones, and on the burgeoning internet. As Irma lowered the camera, both her eyes and mouth were wide in astonishment, having been too caught in the moment not to film it all.
"Irma darlin', I know I'm gorgeous, but if you keep your mouth open like that you're gonna' swallow a fly. And why have a fly in your mouth when you could have somethin' much tastier?".
As April salaciously slinked towards her, Irma gulped out of nervousness before she winced from the pain in her shoulder from holding the camera upon it for so long.
"Ooh, poor baby, you're hurt? Here, let mommy make you feel better…".
April turned Irma around and let her erudite fingers and palms go to work on her sore neck and shoulder, Irma speechless but shivering from her best friends' expert ministrations.
"You feelin' better, hun? I'm so glad! Let me know any time you need a massage. On any part of you, fu-fu~".
April bent down and planted a long languid kiss, more of a hickey on Irma's neck, who let out a quiet pleasured squee in response, making April chuckle. The kiss left a huge lipstick mark on Irma that thanks to the ooze would refuse to wash off for a week.
"Y'know, Irma darlin', you've been on the hunt for the right man for so long. Maybe you just need to go through a few wrong men first, perhaps with me? Unless maybe you think I'm the right woman?~".
Irma was feeling emotions she never had before: a fair amount of fear and confusion, but mostly arousal. Luckily the arrival of the Turtles, Splinter and Casey Jones interrupted matters before she felt compelled to act on them.
"Hey April, did you manage to get the captiIIVE HOLY FUCK!", Leonardo uncontrollably shouted in astonishment, swearing for the first time in his life.
"Hey boys, had fun playin' with the Foot? I like a lil' foot play myself, fu-fu!~", laughed April.
"April, y-y-you're-", Raphael stammered.
"Radiant? Foxy? The most breathtakin' reporter in all New York?", April teased.
"Old! But like hawt! You're like some ancient, bodacious babe! Aw man, I'm so confused", Mikey interrupted.
"I prefer the term "vintage". But if you need any help understandin', lemme' know, 'kay?", April said with a wink.
Splinter just stared at the floor, mumbling and trying not to peek at April's delicious curves.
"This is amazing! I've never seen a transformation quite like this before! Maybe you've been exposed to some kind of unknown metaphysical particle? Or perhaps some form of mutagen? *gasp* The ooze! You must have been exposed to it! But what could have been the trigger? The captive? Do know where she lives? I'll need to see you both in my lab to work out some way of curing you", Donatello mused aloud and asked the banana-coloured reporter.
"Cure me? There's no fixin' what ain't broken, and honey, I feel on top of the freakin' world. I've got Barb's number though. I'm sure she'd love for you to give us an up close, personal, full-body exam in that lab of yours. I know I would, *giggle*", April proposed, Donny blushing, stammering, and avoiding eye contact by pretending to have important work on his pocket computer.
Casey took off his mask to reveal a huge grin.
"Got somethin' to say, mister?", April asked sarcastically.
"Ya'know when I said that chicks like Barb ain't my type. Well I was lyin'. And baby, you can't get any more perfect", Casey admitted.
"You flatterer. Today's your lucky day, Jones. I'm famished. Buy a lady dinner?".
"Wherever you want, ma'am".
"Good boy. Maybe we can have desert back at my place.~ Sorry boys, this gal's taken for tonight. But I hope this reporter can reinforce my professional relationship with all of you real soon. And Irma, I'll be sure to see you at work tomorrow. And hopefully after, too!~".
And so our heroes did get to know April better, a lot better. The villains themselves weren't immune, becoming easier to thwart as they were too distracted ogling April to focus on the Turtles, though they too had a hard time maintaining focus around her. Attempts to capture April increased tenfold, and sometimes she'd disappear for days with a villain, wanting to try something new. There was even a period of time where April seemingly turned evil, wishing to feel the delights of being Krang's lead concubine and later Shredder's, and eventually Karai's bride, but ultimately returning to the light once she grew bored.
Needless to say, both Vernon Fenwick and Burne Thompson loved April's new direction and viewership skyrocketed whenever she was on air, still somehow continuing to be an excellent and hard-hitting reporter, using her looks and attitude to make corrupt politicians and businessmen crumble and reveal their misdeeds. Plus thanks to some regular favours, Thompson became easy for April to convince into allowing her free reign to follow whatever scoop she desired.
April became well known throughout the city for selecting lucky people who passed her eye to be her flavour of the day, and for often repaying kindness shown to her with a little extra, as Ash could attest to. After checking up on Barb, the two became bosom friends, finding they had a great deal in common.
April still maintains a special relationship to the TMNT, and to Irma and Casey especially, corrupting her bestie into sharing her delicious lifestyle while Jones became the closest equivalent to a main squeeze she had. All in all, New York City was a much more interesting place now that it had April O'Neil: Ace Milf Reporter on the airwaves!