"Gentlemen of the press", the warden turned his head to address the room, without losing his focus for a moment. "Please do not think that this is for my gratification. This humiliation is truly for this supposed 'Powergirl's own good. If she is overpowered and abused so easilyby an average individual such as myself, imagine what would be happening to her if she had tried to take on a genuine villain. In fact, imagine how badly if she took on... absolutely anyone! This is a lesson in self-awareness. And please also note how she is responding; surely a 'virtuous' and genuine heroine would be able to resist such a crude attack as this? But no, just as she chooses to wear that ridiculous outfit designed to humiliate herself, so too she demonstrates the absence of any moral fibre and shames herself after only a small amount of provocation. Clearly, this is the sort of treatment that she dons that costume for in the first place. What say you Ploppy?"
"Duh-damn y-you", she gasped, his treatment indeed driving her to the edge of a shameful and most unwanted orgasm. "I-I-AM a heroine! I will - I will stop y-you yet. I - am - PowergARGH!" The inevitable happened, and he withdrew his sodden fingers and let her quivering frame slide down the wall in collapse.
"Tell me, you feeble bimbo," he gloated. "Do virtuous heroines really ejaculate in front of both their opponents and the TV cameras. Taste yourself, and your shame!" And he wiped his fingers across her gaping lips
He strolled across the room, speaking to the camera with complete conviction. "Look at these supposed paragons of virtue and power. "Ploppy over there seems to genuinely have believed that she could overpower me, completely in contravention of the rule of law I remind you; but has failed so utterly she finds herself collapsed slurping on her own juices unable even to cover her most private of parts. "Sloppy here has lost control of herself so badly she still sits there with grotesquely inflated breasts, dressed in a twisted infantilized version of her former costume, and finally appears to no longer be in need of her precious potty. How are you doing Sloppy?" he asked her conversationally. "Tell us all how you feel..."
Supergirl was starting to feel just a little more together. Not only had her disabled arms been left out of her contact with her nipples, so she had not been constantly abusing herself. Her innards has emptied themselves so catastrophically, she felt utterly nauseous, but there was simply nothing to come, and she could at least begin to convince herself that her bowels may again be her own. Her breasts no longer seemed to be leaking as explosively as before, but still she feared that their situation may change at any time. And she still had little control of her legs, and none over her arms. Both her swollen udders and ringed clitoris left her whole body extremely sensitized, panic-struck that she knew she needed all her focus to prevent herself from disgracing herself once again. And she was still squatting on a potty in front of a room full of men, a potty full of the vilest of excretions. Her formerly dauntless heroine persona was ravaged utterly, replaced by a cowering victim, one again able to speak, but still under the complete control of powerful truth drugs that would lead her to share things that she'd really rather not mention...
"I'm fwightened", she whimpered
"Why?" chortling to himself that she could be quite this pathetic.
"You beat me and spanked me, and I couldn't begin to stop you" she admitted shamefully. "And now you're doing the same to poor Powergirl. You're too powerful for us"
"I'm too powerful for you, am I?" he enquired "I thought you were a big strong heroine..."
"No!" she cried bitterly. "I'm just a helpless little girl compared to you."
"Ah, shame" he said sarcastically. "I'm glad you recognise your place in life. Are you such a helpless little girl that you need another diaper?"
"Yes", tears still pouring down her cheeks "I can't stop myself going anymore. I can't concentrate enough any more. If I stop myself going pee-pee, then I start to go poo-poo!"
"Supergirl, NO!" Screamed Powergirl from the other side of the stage. She had managed to regain her composure enough to stagger to her feet, and was appalled at her cousin continuing to humiliate herself so shamefully. But she was in little better state herself, arms still encumbered in her own costume, the remainder of which was pulled down to her waist; and her gusset was still pulled to one side, exposing both her golden fleece and sopping pussy. "Don't say any more! I'll save you yet, you'll see"
"Really Ploppy?" The warden enquired of her; "And who's going to save YOU?"
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