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It was Spider-man’s first day at the school for reluctant girls. Her enormous breasts were tightly encased in a white cashmere sweater, and her auburn hair swept over her shoulders and partially shielded them. She had the sort of thick lipped girlish face
that looked sultry despite her obvious innocence.
She didn’t want to cry as she walked into the orientation room, but she had rarely felt more defeated in her life. To think that Harry Osborne had blackmailed her into being kidnapped and transformed into the busty beauty that she now was. She blushed and walked
face down to her seat in the front.
A large bald saggy man took her by her thin arm.
“Hello, Young lady, I believe you were once Spider-man?”
“You dirty bastard…”
“Oh my, such language from a delicate flower, you’ll learn quickly what comes of it.” He gripped her by her hair and dragged her squealing into the hallway.
Captain America had watched the whole thing go down and a small tear flowed from the eyes of the statuesque blonde. Clad in a catholic girl school outfit which left her long legs uncovered for the prurient eyes of the councilors. She wanted to do something
but she could think of no way that would not land her more corporal punishment and worse.
This was her fourth day at the school and the lessons were wearing her down. Conducted through hypnosis, the councilors taught the ex-heroes to every day feel more submissive and feminine. On Her third day, she was already walking with a sway and increasingly
sucking on her thumb.
“Miss America? I don’t belive you were listening.”
“Oh, I was listening miss, You were talking about how a lady should put a fresh coat of makeup when her husband comes home.”
“Ah, very good, Stephanie. You’re living proof that not all blondes are complete airheads.” Sneered the female Commandant.
She giggled “Thanks, I guess.”
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