“Time for a little physical exam,” Bonnie said before ordering them out of the shower room and down the hall.
Many of the heroines walked clumsily as their enlarged breasts threw them off balance.
Their jailors showed no sympathy though.
“Move faster, bitch!” Carmen shouted as she shoved a slowly, clumsily walking Maria Hill forward, causing the former SHIELD director to slam into the back of Power Girl.
Power Girl, in turn, stumbled into the Wasp, who stumbled into Cassandra, until half the heroines were propelled forward into the person in front of them.
“UHNNNNN!” they cried out together as their big sensitive tits slammed into the person in front of them.
Maria’s came out as “MMPPHHH!” through her gag.
“Like dominos,” Bonnie laughed.
After awkwardly shambling down the hall, the fallen heroines were brought into a sizeable room that looked like a doctor’s office.
“Ah, finally,” a rather greasy looking man in a doctor’s coat looked up from a chart as they walked in.
The SHIELD insignia was printed on the coat, “I’ve been wondering what was taking so long.”
“Little hold up in the showers, doc,” Carmen explained with a grin, “Needed to dole out some punishment to the new bitches.”
“I see,” the doctor let out a whistle as he took in the sight of the massive boobs of the heroines, “Those pym particles certainly are something.”
“Hope this won’t be a problem for your exam, doc.”
“It’s no problem. On the contrary, it’ll make things more… interesting,” the doc didn’t bother to hide his lecherous gaze as he took in the naked super heroines.
The undisguised lust unnerved them.
The physical started with some basic procedures, albeit made humiliating due to the heroines’ state of undress and their enlarged, sensitive breasts.
First each one was photographed. Full-body photos were taken of them from every angle.
Close-ups were also taken of their faces, their breasts, their buttocks, and their pelvic regions.
“What possible reason could you have for taking these?”
Fire muttered angrily as the doc aimed the camera in on her tits.
“For your prison records,” the doc explained nonchalantly as he zoomed in on the redhead’s massive mammaries till they filled the sight of the camera, “You lot are state property now.
It’s only fair the state has ‘complete’ records on you.”
After the humiliating photos, came body measurements. First, the standard height and weight were recorded.
Some of the heroines couldn’t help noting how much their enlarged boobs added to their weight total.
Next, the doc did some measurements of their breasts with a tape measure.
“And I didn’t think your tits could get any bigger, Power Girl,” he laughed as he pulled the tape measure snuggly across the Kryntonian woman's chest.
“P-Please, don’t-AAHHH!” Power Girl cried out.
The breast measurements were followed by a physical examination.
The doctor manipulated and kneaded each heroine’s massive boobs.
He took his time with each one, ostensibly to ensure they were in good health, but truthfully just cause he enjoyed the feel of their massive tits.
More moans filled the room as each heroine underwent this ordeal.
The agony made it impossible to struggle or resist.
Even the defiant Cassandra found herself unable to do anything but cry out from the continuous waves of pain.
“Better get used to this,” he whispered menacingly to the former Batgirl as he fondled her, “The other prisoners are gonna love these too!”
Eventually, the doc finished his detailed breast exam and ordered the heroines to line up.
“Alright, ladies, let’s see some jumping jacks. Right now!”
The heroines began to half-heartedly carry out the order.
“Faster!” Bonnie shocked the heroines again, making them pick up the pace.
Soon, they were rapidly moving their arms and legs as they jumped.
A rather unpleasant side-effect for the heroines was the affect the jumping had on their breasts.
The massive boobs swayed up and down with their jumps in comedic fashion, causing the doc and the guards to laugh.
For the heroines though, it only brought more pain as the very sway of the beasts was enough for their overly-sensitive nips to bother them.
“Keep it up,” the doc said as Bonnie and Carmen began to pace the line with cameras, recording everything.
After five minutes of jumping jacks, the doc finally said they could stop.
They gladly did so, panting and gasping for ear and through the pain of their sore breasts.
The doc pulled back a cloth that had been covering a table, revealing what looked to a sinister-looking, metallic examination table with leather restraints for one's arms and legs.
“Time to check downstairs, ladies,” the doc smirked as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on the heroines.
One by one, he thoroughly probed each heroine’s vagina and anus.
Several of the heroines tried to resist, but were again rendered powerless as Bonnie and Carmen administered hard blows with their batons to their sensitive breasts.
“Keep still and take it like a whore!” Bonnie yelled at Wonder Woman as she gleefully administered a hard whack across both her enormous nipples.
The Amazon couldn’t help crying out both from the throbbing of her chest and the rough thrust of the doc’s gloved fingers below.
After the doc was done, they were made to line up while they waited for their sister heroines to be examined.
The physical had taken a visible toll on each of them.
The heroines stood there panting form the lingering soreness of their tits, which had seen constant abuse throughout their time in the office, now intermingled with soreness form their nether regions.
Slouching under the weight of their pain and massive boobs, they were a far cry from the former champions of justice they used to be.
“Alright, super sluts,” Bonnie addressed them after they’d all been examined, “Now, it’s time for…”