"Gentlemen; all that we need to know about this disturbed young woman and is already there in plain view, stretched across her admittedly quite pleasing form." Powergirl rolled her eyes at another opponent distracted by her cleavage. "If you'll indulge me, I have prepared a small powerpoint presentation..." With a click, a previously unnoticed rooftop projector fired up. The first word that appeared on the wall were:
1. 'TIT'ILLATION
Powergirl reacted immediately. "Really! Have you nothing more pressing to do than write crude puns about my form? I am a proud and virtuous heroine and..."
She was cut off immediately by the warden; "'Virtuous' Heroines do not deliberately cut apart their own costume purely to show off more of their tits!"
"Hang on!" She angrily retorted. "So I use a little distraction technique - what's wrong with that!? She stamped her foot in righteous indignation; she planned to say more but was momentarily distracted as an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation began VERY low in her tummy, activated by the slight movement of her most delicate erogenous zone.
"What's wrong with that affectionately nicknamed 'Tit Window'", the warden again answered quickly, knowing the importance of dominating another conversation, "Is that it demonstrates two things that the world already knows about you so-called 'heroines'; One, you don't fight fair; and two, not only are you so sexually depraved to pretend to 'fight crime' in a skimpy white swimsuit; you then take your scissors to it to make certain that the world gets to see even more of you!
Powergirl was outraged. How could he even suggest such things? She had to seize the initiative and fast, else even more damage could be done to their reputations today. "This is my uniform that I proudly wear to help protect people - it is not a 'swimsuit'"
He calmly advanced the next title;
2. TRANSPARENCY
"Perhaps you're right in that, swimsuits are more opaque. Look at yourself," he openly leered. "Your own sweat has turned your 'proud uniform' see-through! We can already see that you are at least a natural blonde! And, little Miss Wet T-Shirt, if you are so uncomfortably hot why precisely do your nipples look like you have dipped them in liquid nitrogen?"
Powergirl couldn't resist checking herself; he was right! Her nipples were indeed standing to attention, for reasons that completely escaped her. And there really was more of her on display than she would like. She felt fine, but she really was perspiring freely, which she was another new experience for her. Even then, it shouldn't have had such an embarrassing effect on her outfit, but unbeknownst to her, the nanobots were not only raising her body temperature, but also changing the chemical nature of her sweat to be mildly acidic - eating away costly layers of fabric. Thank goodness for her cape! While this pig may have the view of his dreams, she had at least some protection
Powergirl had no response to justify her situation, so decided that it was time to change the game in her favour. "Our time for discussion, as riveting as it may have been is over. Supergirl and I are leaving right NOW." She foolishly stamped her foot again, and this time she had no doubt that the feeling it generated was VERY pleasurable. What was happening to her? She had no time to think about such things.
She blustered as much authority as possible "Get out of my way or feel the full extent of my wrath!"
The warden smiled condescendingly; "I'm not that nervous Ploppy. I'll tell you what, if you give yourself up now, only I will give you a well-deserved spanking. If you don't, then everyone in this room can have a turn!" He then calmly advanced his next slide;
3. IMPRACTICALITY
Powergirl 'roared' in rage at his crude insult (Later, many of the witnesses would describe it as rather more of a squeal). How could he suggest such a thing? And how could be so casual? Did he not know who she was? She was Powergirl! She sprang forward to cover the remaining ground in a few steps. Her movements felt a little different, unexpectedly sluggish, but still able to propel her forward at considerable speed.
But just as she nearly reached her destination, he suddenly made a neat sidestep. He had carefully positioned himself just in front of the puddle of filth that Supergirl had produced towards the end of her ignoble interview. Powergirl tried to turn mid-stride to pummel his retreating form, but her boot slipped on the unmentionable service. Only ten minutes before it would have mattered not a jot, her powers of flight and natural balance would have corrected the situation in a heartbeart. But now her wings had been clipped and her natural grace had been completely stolen from her; she was awkward and unable to present her rapid slide - straight into the stinking and solid chair where he had recently tried out as a ventriloquist. It catapulted her headfirst into the even more solid wall behind it with a sickening crunch.
He provided his own commentary; "Gentlemen, please see how easily these foolish individuals are goaded into rash actions which cause only themselves pain." He paused for a moment as she rather gingerly got back up to her feet, stupidly overlooking the unfamiliar pain she felt in her bruised head. "But note also that with more appropriate footwear rather than those ridiculous boots, that pratfall would have been avoided."
"You slippery weasel, you'll pay for that!" she shouted in outrage as she sped forward again - but he had again carefully positioned himself; once again neatly avoiding her bull-like charge, but this time adding some interest as he grabbed hold of her cape as she sped by, and helped her on the way with a firm boot between her buttocks. The clasp gave way, but not before yanking her back painfully by the neck - meaning that shis time she careered into the side wall boobs first; landing with a meaty splat. Again, she could previously at least slowed herself, but her clumsy attempt to lesson the impact came far too late. Two crunching impacts inside a minute left even this illustrious heroine seeing stars
Even the nearly-catatonic Supergirl was starting to get worried at her cousin's progress, things were starting to look horribly familiar.
"You may also observe that they do not appear not to learn from their mistakes", he remarked deadpan, before advancing the next slide.
4. MALFUNCTIONS
Powergirl took longer to rise this time, leaning on the wall for support. Taking a moment to acknowledge his latest assertion seemed a good move, if only to buy her a few moments to fully recover; "What... is this ridiculous...ness" (Damn it, I'm more out of breath than I thought - I'd better finish this quickly). "How can a uniform 'malfunction'?"
This time he didn't need to reply, he just smiled as every eye in the room stared at the answer. The crunching impact on the wall had adjusted her costume quite spectacularly - her left breast was now poking square out of her 'special' window, while her right tit had somehow moved sidewards to feel fresh air at her right armpit.
"Ooh!", she finally noticed while everyone was looking at, and hurried to squeeze herself back inside, a more difficult task than she remembered. Her breasts had always been over-generous, bit for some reason they seemed to have gained another couple of cups. "You perverts! Why didn't any of you tell me?"
5. IMMODEST
The slide had advanced again. "Gentlemen, with appropriate support, or even some undergarments, there would have course been no need for that to happen. But of course, little Miss Heroine's priorities are somewhat different. I think we can only presume that she likes showing off her goodies"
"I am Powergirl! How dare you say such lascivious things about me?" Our Heroine pulled herself to her full height, chest thrust out and hands on hips in classic 'heroine' pose. "I fight every day for decency and truth! I am an inspiration to women everywhere. I..."
She tailed off as she realised every eye was staring at her again, but even lower than before.
The warden finished her sentence for her "...want to show you all my camel toe". The room erupted in snickers.
Powergirl realised too late the display that she was making of herself. Tugging her already skin-tight costume over her inexplicably-swollen breasts (whose nipples now appear like miniature oil derricks) had dug its gusset painfully deep into her crotch. Not only that, but the fabric itself now appeared almost entirely translucent. Every single feature of her perfect form was clearly displayed. She tried to adjust herself again, to slacken the pressure down below, but only succeeded in popping out both nipples in comical fashion. Squeezing them back in was even harder this time - what was happening to her? Worse, she let out an unwanted gasp of sheer pleasure at the contact with her pussy, that was demanding attention at absolutely the wrong time.
She tried to think of a source of modesty. "Duh-damn you", she spluttered in indignation. "It needs to be tight for wind resistance. Where is my cloak"
"Take it honey, it's right there", he smiled generously, "but you may like to dry-clean it first. Stuporgirl wasn't as worried about 'wind resistance' as you!" He had deliberately tossed her cape into the pile of filth that Supergirl had left behind. Already it was sodden in a variety of disgusting colours. Such was Powergirl's embarrassment at her virtual nudity, she still considered reclaiming it.
"Will none of you be a gentleman and lend me a shirt?", she exasperatedly asked the audience. No favourable response emerged, but she was sure a braver voice near the back offered to 'lend her his cock'.
"Screw you all" she forgot her heroine composure for a moment. The same voice suggested 'Maybe later, SweetTits'.
Powergirl knew that things were not going well, but knew that Supergirl's freedom rested on her. Her modesty would have to wait - she had a battle to win. Once again she pulled herself up to her full height. They needed to know who was in charge here.
"I AM POWERGIRL", she reminded them powerfully. "I AM A SUPERHEROINE. I DEMAND YOUR RESPECT. I WILL NOW SHOW YOU WHAT I AM MADE OF"
"40FFFs" came the latest 'helpful' response. Not again! Why wouldn't they stay in place?
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