"Right, gentlemen", said the warden, "I'm afraid that it's very nearly time for our evening entertainment to come to an end - it's past our heroine's bedtime. But before you go, I thought you may like to know what these pair are going to experience next."
He produced a pair of tiny hypodermics, bent down and emptied one into the right buttock of each moaning heroine. In moments, both were blissfully out cold.
"You see, half the fun of playing with heroines is when they think that they are going to knock you on you on your ass - and then you make them realise the rules have changed. It would take away half the fun of releasing this pair into general population if they've already been beaten into submission. Won't it be much more fun to see them realise all over again what mess that they are in? This latest little concoction is going to wipe away their memory of the last 24 hours, and leave them pretty hazy for a while before then."
"Won't it be fun for them to wake up thinking they are still an invincible superheroine?" He continued gleefully "And then have to find out all over again that they're now just a helpless little fucktoy? Won't that be a lovely surprise for them?"
Smiles and sniggers suggested that his suggestion was a popular one, and the guards helped the warden with the heroines final preparations; first growing them back to normal size (but keeping their painfully outsized breasts), then redressing them in nightwear reflective of both their former careers and their new roles. Powergirl was squeezed into a short and ludicrously thin white nightie, the hem cut so high to finish somewhere around her waist, and the cleavage cut so low that even the slightest motion on her part would jiggle her nipples out into the yawning central crevasse. Supergirl's outfit matched it in style and size, but its own translucent material was in the same blue as her former costume, with her once-feared logo now squeezed into the thin space between the vee of her cleavage and her ridiculously elevated waistband. Both heroines also were equipped with fresh diapers, in red with the familiar S for Supergirl, and powder-blue for Powergirl for her former boots and gloves.
Without further ado, the heroines were grabbed by a couple of a burly guards who draped a flopping arm over each shoulder and frogmarched them separately deep into the complex, their flopping bodies lolling helplessly between them.
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Supergirl had not came to as her guards reached their destination.
"Wakey-Wakey Superslut", they jeered, roughly shaking her awake, before retreating from whence they came to enjoy the show.
"Wh-Where am I?", she enquired blearily, the horrors of the last few hours temporarily expunged from her memory. She looked around, her head ringing as she slowly swam out of the murky depths of unconsciousness.
"In your worst nightmare - bitch!" came a callous voice from her right. Supergirl glanced over, shocked at the unfamiliar pain she felt in twisting her neck, just one of the parts of her body scalded by her forgotten scrubbing in scalding water.
She saw bars, and beyond them a familiar and most unwelcome face;
"Billy-Bob Branning", she exclaimed. "The crazed lesbian rapist. I hoped never have to have to lay my eyes on you again."
"Ain't that a shame?" the vicious criminal replied. "On the contrary, after you slammed me in here, I've been waiting for ages for a rematch with you..."
Supergirl looked round confusedly. She was seated in the 'eye' of a large prison wing, and as she looked round she could see 3 tiers of cells full of women jeering insults at her, many of which she remembered apprehending previously. This was clearly a women's prison, and one clearly full of some of the most depraved vixens she had ever encountered. But what was SHE doing here? If she was visiting one of these animals, perhaps for some vital information, why on earth was she in the wing itself and not the visiting area?
She rose to her feet uncertainly. "There will be no re-match today, Branning. I..." She paused, both uncertain what to say having no clue what was going on, and disturbed by the pain she felt all over the surface of her body. What had happened to her?
"That's a shame", jeered Branning. "I'd love to get my hands on your pretty new costume!"
"What!"; started Supergirl confusedly. "I have'nt changed my uniform. It is a symbol of my pride and power - I would never change it!"
Guffaws echoed around the landings. "Take a look at yourself slut", another voice encouraged, and for the first time she looked down...
Supergirl gasped in shock. Her frazzled nerve-endings had not yet tipped her off about her change in weight, and she was completely unprepared for the shock of the giant canteloupes that she now realised had replaced her once perfectly pert breasts. And she could see them what had happened to her uniform? This nightgown was clearly inappropriate for any setting, least of all this one. Why on earth was she wearing such a thing - here!
Catcalls interrupted her shock, expressing delight at her arrival, complimentary comments about her new appearance, and suggestions about how she may choose to spend her time with them
And then she examined herself some more. She was clearly wearing a diaper! What was this humiliation? What on earth was happening here? Whatever was happening, she needed to get out of here right - now!
She looked above her at the ceiling oculus. Whatever reason had brought her here, she would not be a cheap thrill for these fiends. She leaped in the air - preparing to zoom through it into the open air, perfectly prepared to make appropriate reparations once she had made her escape...
...And she landed with a painful jolt on her diapered ass. She couldn't fly! What was wrong with her? Her expect gallery laughed freely at the priceless look of shock on her face
"Ah, can't you fly anymore pwetty-bird?", sniggered Billy-Bob. "Looks like you'll have to stick around and play with us a while"
"I don't think so!", shouted Supergirl. "I am no criminal. I have no place here!"
She turned and sprinted for the one exit door, now securely locked behind her. Her movements felt desperately ill-coordinated, and all of her limbs still throbbed with an unfamiliar and unexpected pain. No guards were in sight, but she calmly proceeded to use her heat vision to melt the lock, confident she could secure it afterwards until a permanent repair could be made. And, still to her complete shock, absolutely nothing happened - another of her very familiar abilities had clearly been stolen from her.
There was no denying it now, Supergirl was properly scared. This setting and her attire were far from comfort-building, and her whole body, swollen beyond her comprehension, ached in pain. She had to get out of here!
This time, she tried a more direct approach, placing her hands on opposing bars and prepared to wrench them apart. She dared not think that even her strength could be removed from her! This time, something did happen, but not what she wanted or still expected...
"Hey girls", shouted Billy-Bob in delight, "Looks like the all-powerful Supergirl is filling her diaper!"
It was true! As she strained her muscles to make her escape, her abdominal muscles collapsed once again in a noisy explosion of filth. The bars moved not even a fraction. She was powerless! And incontinent! The maid of might shot her hands to her lower parts in complete shock, determined to at cease the supply of filth, but it just kept coming. What was wrong with her?
And then a door did open, but not the one in front of her - the door to Branning's cell behind her! And, moments later, every other door on the cell block! Forgetting herself, she whimpered in fear - how could she fend them off in this condition?
But she had to try! She awkwardly turned, hindered by burnt legs, swollen breasts, and a full diaper, and tried to assert her authority.
"Stay back - all of you!"; She shouted as commandingly as an overinflated blonde in a stinking diaper can manage. "I am Supergirl and..."
She saw the first fist coming, and tried simultaneously to block it and duck the blow. Both failed. Branning's fist connected solidly with her jaw, and she collapsed like a deck of cards.
Supergirl was in for a long night
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