The 12 once-dauntless Superheroines were each dutifully propped up on an identified stool, huge boobs wedged precariously in the vee between predominantly bare legs and regularly barer torsos. Their attendants then left the room, but as a helpful parting shot each helpless heroine would find each of their fragile ankles painfully twisted to further inhibit any sudden movements.
As the room emptied, fresh chemicals pumped into the room, again promoting comfort and relaxation, and the lack of necessity to take any action. While there could be fun to had in simply taking them in their current state, the carefully-laid-out plan was to make their defeat much more shocking. The next gas pumped them into the room proved an effective stimulant, jerking them all awake.
Now proved the crucial moment - would their conditioning hold? Would they realise they had been knocked out? Would they notice their more more abbreviated costumes? Would they recognise the travesties that had become of their once formidable fighting frames?
Instead, 12 bleary heroines came to in a variety of coquettish fashions, wiping stray hairs away from eyes, but any uncertainties washed away my their deep-set instructions, and confidence in both themselves and their colleagues. Soon, normal conversation broke out amongst the erstwhile warriors, but reduced somewhat from earlier discussions, as a reflection of their weakened brainpower; snatches of overheard comments were now more related to such crucial crimefighting wisdom as beauty regimen, hairstyles and boyfriends.
When the host saw a fresh confused look flicker across Wonder Woman's glazed eyes, he knew the time had come to make his appearance and burst into the room in an explosion of vigour and enthusiasm, his confidence and charisma placing him in total command of a room full of some bluntest knives any cutlery box had ever seen.
"Ladies! Ladies! Thank you for joining us in this beautiful location!", he positively gushed as he charged into the centre of the ring. He received an array of broadly positive responses, and a very dazed but audible 'Where are we?' from the befuddled Powergirl.
"Oh, please don't get up!", he glided over to the Black Widow, who was uncertainly trying to rise. A supposedly kind but powerful hand on her shoulder firmly pushed her down onto her seat, while in her confused state she completely overlooked his other hand casually drifting down her open jumpsuit to playfully rustle her fiery hair.
"You've all had such a long journey to get here, it's only fair that you take a moment or two to relax", he smiled patronisingly. "You may all be amongst the most powerful Superheroines on earth, but every girl needs the right to sit down and relax sometimes..."
This was greeted by a few grateful nods, but the outraged amazon Wonder Woman clambered to her feet. "Excuse me! Please don't try and pertro, er candystand, er talk down to us", her addled mind rather undoing her moment of outrage. "You should show us the proper respect, there are no 'girls' in this room; any woman here is a true warrior could tear you limb from limb..."
He stepped towards Firestar confidently. "Are you sure, Wondy? Look at this esteemed colleague of yours here doesn't look like much of a warrior to me - just an over-upholstered redhead in a slutty costume far too small for her..." He calmly made his point, grabbing the skimpy yellow fabric and tearing it away completely with a brutal yank before she could even mutter a befuddled 'What'?
"Look Wondy, I'm just an average guy", he continued gleefully. (Lying thoroughly, he'd been using a varity of enhancements to make him more than a match for most of them even before their capabilities were so reduced) "If she really was some great warrior, surely she'd have stopped me doing that. Or this..." He calmly grabbed a mighty breast in each orb and accelerated her to her uncertain feet. "Why do all of you 'heroine' sluts have such big tits? Is it a side-effect or a pre-requisite?"
An outraged Firestar yelled 'How dare you!', her instinctive reactive trying to swat away his most unwelcome roving hands - completely ineffectively. To her shock, he was clearly far stronger than her. She instantly called on her formidable powers, concentrating on summoning up a richly-deserved fiery retribution...
...And almost nothing happened. No familiar surge of power charged into her, no sense of authority came when most required. Instead this terrified delectable female clad in only a ludicrous mask felt her bowels open in a cacophonous and agonising billowing fart that felt it had torn her innards apart. Her mouth gaped open in shock - what was happening here?
Wonder Woman reacted with predictable vigour to the distress of her sister-in-arms, attempting to spring upon this fiend who was acting so outrageously, confident in both her abilities and those of her sisters surrounding them - judgement was coming and that right soon. But her body failed to respond in accustomed fashion - as she lurched forward desperately awkwardly, her huge bust completely popped out of her vastly insufficient bodice, she awkwardly tripped over her own feet and landing with a sickening crunch on her unfamiliar udders, her reflexes too dulled to even come close to breaking her fall. Dazed and confused, it took her precious moments she could not afford to waste before she could rejoin the 'battle'.
Meanwhile, miscomprehension gave way to outrage amongst the rooms other occupants, and they all surged into action, determined to set right this sudden and unexpected turn of events. Gasps of confusion echoed around the room as previously dauntless heroines suddenly noticed their state of undress and weakened states, some foolishly and ineffectually trying to tuck themselves away before surging into action.
Just a few moments before any of the 12 heroines would have been at the very least a formidable challenge, and even now if they could rush him at once they could cause him some difficulty, but now were blundering so slowly towards him, it was all too easy for him to push the plainly terrified Firestar into the wall, drive his fist into her vulnerable pussy and watch her collapse to the ground in a quivering and completely confused mess; 'helpfully' tossing her discarded rag of a costume in front of her as a reminder of what she had lost. She stupidly tried to energise herself, but this time the combination of her reduced pain threshold and the sensation of a golf umbrella rapidly unfurling inside her anus knocked her straight out.
The two Kryptonian cousins of 'Super' Girl and 'Power' Girl failed to realise the inappropriateness of their names as they blundered forward at a dead run from opposite sides of the room, intending to launch into the air and pound the weasel into submission. Too late they realised they were now definitely earthbound. Too late they realised running heads down (hunched by giant breasts they couldn't begin to comprehend) towards each other was a very bad idea - as they impacted with a sickening crunch that knocked both into dreamland and their swollen titties clean out of their newly insufficient costumes.
The Invisible Woman failed even to get to her feet, her swollen chest far too much for her to regain any semblance of balance, instead splatting painfully upon herself with an 'oof' and a quivering splash. Lacking the strength to raise herself, she tried to launch an inescapable forcefield at the unexpected tormentor, instead only being warded with finding herself in a large puddle of unexpected milk.
Zatanna spent a moment gaping down at her virtually naked frame clad in a blouse that she couldn't hope to close - but of course she tried anyway - and instead felt the feeble fibres running down her spine tear itself apart. She muttered desperate spells to try to restore some clothing, incapacitate their opponent, help her colleagues, but nothing happened except great globules of sweat and drool bouncing into her impressive chest. Realising her only chance of affecting their situation positively was through physicality, she too lurched forward desperately, but slipped in the Invisible Woman's milk, toppled forward and knocked herself clean out on her 'fantastic' stool.
A guest from a far off place, the Green Lanternette could not begin to comprehend an eventuality where her abilities could fail her, she sprang to her feet with more grace than many of her colleagues had managed, thrust her fabled ring into air and called down fiery vengeance. But her ring was now a cheap plastic imitation - instead her dramatic movement saw the clasp on her scanty bra fail catastrophically, sending it flying across the room and into the face of the stricken Firestar. As the Green Lanternette lurched her body to try to catch them, far too slowly because of the huge pressure they were under, she was oblivious that her skimpy panties failed her similarly, fluttering at her feet. She tried one more time to coax life out of her replaced wing, her feet moved just a fraction, but her inverted-weeble-esque balance soon sent her too crashing to earth in a spectacular collapse, her comedy ring flying from her finger. Now useless to her, it still was a sufficiently object flying at speed towards her bleary forehead - and as it impacted between her eyes, she too was all too briskly out of the fight.
Spider Woman saw a handy chandelier on the roof and carefully aimed her wrists at it, planning on ascending to the ceiling to better assess her options. She still had her trusty webslingers, but unbeknownst to her they had only one last issue left in them, and designed to fail at exactly the wrong moment - she shot vertically at the ceiling, awkwardly failing to arrest her ascent and crashing her forward into the ceiling. She blearily clung to it trying to collect her thoughts - realising with horror she had lost her powers and was no longer able to cling on by her spider strength and grip - she was adhered only by the webbing itself. She reached forward for the chandelier, which she had unexplicably missed, to try to secure her position but before she managed it, the webbing dissolved into water; she plummeted to the ground, knocking herself clean out but her knee striking the back of the neck once-mighty Wonder Woman, delaying her return to action for another crucial moment.
Batgirl frantically searched her utility belt for any item that could come their aid, but instead her clumsy fingers found only sealed compartments. But as a natural gymnast, she felt full confidence in hurling herself forward to attempt a dramatic cartwheel culminating in a shuddering double overhead kick to his vulnerable jaw. But her spindly arms collapsed like damp lettuce, and it was her own jaw that impacted sickeningly on the stone floor, knocking her straight out; her momentum still carried her forward, sliding over its rough surface, ripping it's flimsy fabric into ribbons as she went.
The Black Canary saw her regular companion take herself out of the fight and maintained enough wisdom to recognise that her own physical prowess was unlikely to be effective here. She took a deep breath and unleashed her feared canary cry, aimed carefully at the one person in the room. Her pitiable wail indeed affected just one person, her vocal chords carefully attuned to her own mind. As she too passed out in complete confusion, she retained consciousness for just long enough to see her overstrained bodice tear itself into two, her one deep breath and huge bosom far too much for it.
The Black Widow was a trained assassin, and while any useful skills had long since deserted her, she actually managed to stagger up behind the assailant while he was still paying close attention to Firestar, and clumsily attempted to inject a dose of the Widow's kiss into his unguarded neck. Now containing only water and missing any injectors, he lazily turned round with a casual "Hi Natasha - was that your best shot?"
Frantically, her hands dropped down to her waist, only now realising that her trusty pistols were absent without leave. Her sudden movement jiggled her milk sacks out of her gaping costume. He leered openly "My you redheads are big girls aren't you!"
"You pig!", she wailed, realising her costume malfunction and tugging uselessly at the zip buried deep in her pubes. He knocked her hands away easily, again fondling her most intimate area that was again on full display to him, but this time with her full useless realisation. She punched him with all the power she could muster, gasping in shock as she realised while she felt she had broken her wrist, he remained completely unfazed.
He saw the fear in her eyes, ripping her bodysuit down from her shoulders and neatly trapping her enfeebled arms within it, then pushing her backwards to crash over Batgirl and land painfully on her newly-sensitised rear; while she maintained consciousness, her awkward attempts to free her arms were far too clumsy to achieve anything, and she was too top-heavy to rise to her feet without them.
Mary Marvel was appalled at the excuse for a costume that she found herself in, and instantly yelled out the wizard's name to restore an appropriate level of decorum. A bolt of lightning indeed struck her chest, but served only to knock her pasties into thin air, her already ample tits to double in size and sensitivity, her skirt to rise up to her midriff, and to knock her clean off her feet onto her very tender and bare ass. Legs spread lewdly akimbo, she pointed her once most secretive area straight at their less-than-generous host; his appreciative comments as to her 'lovely pussy' drove any attempt at rational thought out of her demure mind, and she yelled 'Shazam' 3 times in rapid succession - a moment later she was flat on her back gasping for breath, weighed down by two anchors she could not hope to move.
And so the mighty Wonder Woman very groggily clambered to her feet, incredulous at seeing all her colleagues do horrendously incapacitated with so little involvement from the main protaganist. He was one man, and 11 of the mightiest women on the planet each lay helpless at his feet! She frantically tried to gather her thoughts, still confident in her formidable amazon abilities, but knowing she must act warily - she was their last hope.
"Still feeling confident there Wonder Whoppers?" he grinned, ever so casually walking towards her. "Is it a bit disconcerting to see your precious friends snoring it up around you with most of their bits on display?"
"You - you will pay for this", she hissed, with a certainty she was struggling to keep hold of. "I don't know what is going on here, but..."
"What's happening is you Superheroine Sluts are being taught a lesson in humility". As he said it, he moved behind her quickly, and as she relied on her amazon skill to spin to face him she again tripped awkwardly. She frantically tried to arrest her fall, instead toppling backwards into his waiting arms.
"On dear, Wondy took a tumble", he grinned, casually unhooking her useless 'power girdle' and tossing it and the fake lariat to the other side of the room.
The groggy Wonder Woman failed to realise that she had no longer any strength to lose and merely let out a despairing wail, trying to sink to her knees so she could scramble after them. But she was now firmly grasped in arms, a grip far too powerful for her to break. One hand across her soft belly held her firmly in place, while he deftly unclasped her brassiere, an easy task with her huge breasts already bouncing around on top of rather than inside it.
"No!" she whimpered in terror, feeling both her own helplessness and what appeared to be a large hammer pressed firmly in her butt crack "I'm a Princess!"
"I thought you were a 'warrior' before, 'Princess'", he gloated, in one sudden movement tearing away her skimpy g-string and turning her to face him. "Not feeling quite so self-righteousness now, eh?
And the mighty Avenging Amazon, her mind and courage shattered, nude and helpless in the arms of an opponent that vastly overpowere her, merely sobbed in bitter and shameful defeat, terrified of what he was going to do to her.
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