The Warden was aware that the disappearance of all the male Superheros may not have been noticed by the wider world, but their absence would be clearly felt by their friends colleagues and lovers in their far more interesting Superheroine equivalents. As challenged as their intellectual capacity may now be, he was also aware that not all of them were as dim as the too pathetic victims currently sharing his front room. As limited as they may now be, they were bound to attempt to communicate with each other to try to figure out what was happening, and what they could do about it. A few well-chosen words from him had made sure that when that happened, he would be included in the loop and could take action accordingly.
His screen lit up, and he quickly patched it through to his huge television for a better view. The view was worth it.
A beautiful blonde vision now filled his wall, pleading desperately directly into a camera lens; "Baxter Building calling Hall of Justice. Please, let someone be there...". The blonde was the Invisible Woman, but unbeknownst to her she had now become VERY visible. Her familiar blue jumpsuit had adjusted itself into the most inappropriate of mini-dresses, while still maintaining its colouring and familiar logo. The logo was however in a very different place, because there was no longer any fabric on her upper torso. Simply now a tube, it was wrapped so tightly round her trim stomach that there was no chance of her forcing it up over her bosom, even if she realised it was now completely bare, a fact barred from her psyche. Her bosom had received a similar treatment to her colleagues, huge and perfect orbs of flesh jiggling delightfully on her thin frame. The tube was also far too narrow to descend to any depth of decency, extending no further than her navel to leave her golden fleece on similarly oblivious display.
She continued in increasing desperation; "They've all gone, all of them. Please don't tell me I'm on my own..."
"Fear not Sue, you're not alone!" An authoritative voice lent comfort as the screen started to split into two. "Some vile mischief may be afoot, but we Superheroines will always triumph in the end!" The screen cleared - it was Wonder Woman.
It was indeed Wonder Woman, and she looked even more wonderful than normal. The simple camera pointed at her should not have displayed so many of her assets, but the Warden had made sure that their field was extended so that nothing was missed. His earlier magic had produced perhaps the most wonderful effects on this most wonderful of women.
Firstly, her golden Tiara had disappeared, to be replaced by something that was similarly gilded but what was undeniably a slave collar. Before noticing any other changes, this one change alone had visibly transformed her from a triumphant Amazon Princess to a helpless slave awaiting domination. The familiar muscle tone on her bare arms had disappeared, leaving her looking little more powerful than an infant. Her gauntlets were still present, but now included loops similar to her collar, ready also for affixing elsewhere. He forced himself to avoid the obvious for a moment, noticing that her red boots had been replaced by the sluttiest red stilettoes that he had ever seen, barely clinging to perfectly-formed legs that matched her arms in appearance. At the top of those legs her blue and white shorts had virtually disappeared, into the tiniest strip of fabric he had seen, a dental-floss g-string far too narrow to conceal a single thing, including a surprisingly-neatly trimmed pubic patch. Above this, for now she still had her girdle and lasso, but the clasp at the rear looked visibly more fragile. Above these what had been the proud eagle that had once held her mighty mammaries in place, but now this was a completely impossible task. Not only were those mighty orbs so incredibly huge that it would take something like industrial scaffolding to attempt to contain them, the mighty golden eagle that had once attempted the task had now been been reduced to what appeared to be a sickly yellow budgie - the tips of its tiny and very clipped wings reaching barely halfway upwards towards her nipples.
Unbeknownst to Wonder Woman, her breasts were now so huge and heavy on her fragile frame, that it was taking the majority of the power from her now less-effective girdle even to keep her upright. Were that tiny clasp to fail...
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