There were always unexpected side effects to gathering an army of transformed minions. In this case, It was Mighty Maid's own fault. She'd gotten herself an absolutely perfect Wonder Wife, and then just like any newly cohabitated couple, the Wife had wanted to redecorate. Mighty Maid was a greedy goon of clenliness and moving all of their ill-gotten goods around the former Fortress (or having their brainwashed Supermaid do it to be accurate) was exciting, but the former Lois never quite seemed satisfied, something which was usually a wonderful thing.It had slowed down the recruitment. Thankfully, she had minions for that, and it was a wonderful bit of joy whenever she met one of the new thralls her minions had made for her. The one that rushed by now was certainly, once upon a time, Zatanna. She had perfect airbrushed, doll-like features now, however, almost plastic ones. Especially that smile. Currently she was dressed in a labcoat of all things. "And who are you today, my poppet?" Mighty Maid laughed with her deep French accent. They were hers. They were all hers deep down.
"Well hi!" She said enthusiastically. "I'm a sassy CSI Scientist Zarbie Doll today! Collect me all!" When Mighty Maid did not reply, she swallowed. She couldn't lie to her, none of them could. "I'm collecting strands of hair from the other three generals rooms so that I can be bitchin' Voodoo Princess Zarbie and finish our dolls of them."
For a moment it seemed like Mighty Maid might be mad, but she did so enjoy watch her creatures give in to their worst instincts. She patted her fondly upon the nose with the feather duster. "How fun. Do make sure to leave no messes. And remember, you're all mine in the end." With that she simpered off and left the eager witch to her work.
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The work was wonderful really. That was more on Alexis Luthor, Dollmaker to Bimbette, than anything else. The three dolls, Nary Black, Nanny Contrary, and the Super Scout, were absolutely perfect, complete with accessories and with all the points of articulation, while being plush and soft. The tantric ritual had connected each with their real life counterparts.
Zarbie, speaking for her blow-up goddess, the former Power Girl, now full of air, as always, was dressed like a circus ringmaster, and was playing the role of barker. "Welcome to your nightly joy, generals distant and dimwitted! You lucky little minxes are about to get the thrill of the life, for the greatest being ever to be blown up, to blow in, to be blown, and boy has she, I'd know! Is about to show off all of her assets and feed you just a bit of her air."
So it was that, while Zarbie barked and gesticulated, Alexis (who looked much like Power Girl once did, but slimmer), took her string and moved her over to bob up and down with her mind-numbing chest before each doll. After that, her air was released all over each one.
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Elsewhere, Nary Black and Superscout, no great minds, and surrounded increasingly by dutiful minions who loved to please them, were duly overcome and highly distracted. They were filled with affection towards their fellow general. Deep down they sort of hated each other, jealous for the superheroes that got picked up and transformed before they could get to them. Not Bimbette though. Not now. Wasn't she so wonderful to watch bob up and down? Didn't her air contain all of the wonderful secrets of the universe. Maybe if they were nice to her, she'd blow directly into their ears.
And though they didn't know it now, after a few weeks of this nightly ritual, she would be ready to do that and more.
Nanny Contrary however, the former Mary Marvel, now grown into a squeaky-costumed, Mary Poppins of rhyming doom, was more disciplined by far. Discipline was sort of her thing, and she noticed the unnatural thoughts about the insipid blow up doll immediately. "Oh, foo, oh foo, this simply won't do." She looked to the former Hawkgirl and Donna Troy, now her fairy companion Trickybelle and her most precious charge, Mighty Maid's little sister, Princess Prim, and clapped twice. Both went to immediate attention. "Dearies, it's time to pay our doll of a sister general a little visit."