Powergirl gaped in shock - that couldn't be true! It couldn't be a true Not her, she was a heroine! But sniggers behind her soon told her it was very much true. Her attempt at a fighting pose dissolved immediately as she reached behind herself, feeling the urgent need to double-cover the only private part that her costume was succeeding in keeping private. The sudden movement jerked her still-inflating breasts to the heavens once again.
"Congratulations, Ploppy", the warden grinned, "You have succeeded in completing our little case study on your pathetic costume - it really hasn't done you a lot of good has it? Really, if you have a lack of bowel control, why would you wear a thin white 'costume' and no knickers?"
"I CAN CONTROL MY BOWELS!", Powergirl shouted indignantly. She tried to regain a fraction of dignity, putting her hands on hips in classic 'power pose'; "Your mistreatment may have embarrassed me, but I am a proud Superheroine and I shall regain my digni..."
BRUMPH! Powergirl had interrupted herself at exactly the wrong time with a billowing wet fart! Would her humiliation never end. What was wrong with her? She shuddered, seeing her cousin helplessly crouched in humiliating pose and costume over a potty, and felt fear that she could find herself in a similar setting very soon. She felt clear disquiet in her own innards, and knew she needed to attend to urgent matters very soon.
"Oh, REALLY dignified, I'm sure!" Once again he could poke fun at her fresh humiliation. He turned to his guards "Guys, go and get our guest another potty and a few more diapers will you? I think our guest really is about to go Ploppy!"
She had to get out of here! Clearly he had been somehow manipulating her since the beginning, and she finally grasped the extent of her vulnerabilities; failing dismally in combat, stripped in humiliating fashion, and now on the verge of humiliating herself in the most base level possible. She no longer had any faith in herself in taking him on, but she knew she couldn't leave Supergirl here to continue to suffer even greater humiliation than herself. Overpowered as she recognised that she clearly was, she still foolishly believed in her semi-divine strength, strength that had never before failed her so disastrously - she would carry her out of here!
Powergirl hated running out on a fight, but recognised that discretion was now the greater part of valour. Better to escape with Supergirl now, attend to the urgent business that was very clearly brewing, and return with some support when she had figured out how he was able to subdue two of the very mightiest heroines. And a new uniform! She moved as rapidly as she dared (not wanting to bounce her growling stomach too much), and stood behind her cousin.
"Don't worry Kara, we're getting out of here," She encouraged her cousin as she bent down, took a solid grip under each armpit, and prepared to lift her to her feet...
...And achieved precisely nothing. She couldn't lift her even an inch! She knew that Supergirl would be heavy, with those ridiculous breasts (she feared that her own would soon be giving her a balance problem), but she was the mighty Powergirl! Where was her strength? Worse, the effort she put into it loosened things still further, and another stinking eruption filled the room. She really was running out of time!
"Karen, I'm sorry, my legs are all wobbly, I can't stand up", warned Supergirl "Please, get out of here while you still can, I'll be ok..."
"I won't leave you here!" Powergirl assured her cousin. She steeled herself to use whatever reserves of strength remained to her; "We're getting out of here right -NOW!"
The effects were catastrophic. She failed utterly to move Supergirl, but the strain she had put on her overtaxed frame was far too much for her. Her eyes widened in absolute horror as she helplessly messed herself! Suddenly doubly incontinent, her bladder give way at the time and she felt her own piss pouring down her legs into her boots.
The warden had been watching her with bemused attachment. "Behold the supposedly all-powerful 'Powergirl' Gentlemen; so powerful that just like her cousin she is unable even to control her own bowels!" He raised his voice; "Boys - go and clean up Ploppy"
"N-No" she gasped, "I-I can do that myself." She was desperate not to let his goons lay hands on her - she feared that it would prove completely terminal for any chances of escape. But she had to do something, she couldn't do anything - like this! Better to extend her humiliation still further, but keep her movements unencumbered.
Meanwhile, the warden waved the guards off, sure that whatever she had in mind may be entertaining. He was not disappointed. First she stepped out of her sodden boots, as delicately as she could without bending her torso. Then she levered off the tattered and disgusting remains of her costume; her own filth part descending to the floor with it, but plenty still remaining. Finally, she peeled off her last remaining item of clothing, her blue gloves. Her soft, long, and absorbent blue gloves. Feeling no other option, but to the delight of the assembled audience, she ruined them both in wiping her own bottom and thighs, cleaning herself up as best as she could.
She looked at the filthy pile on the floor that was all that now remained of her heroine identity and turned one more time to her cousin; "Kara, I'm so sorry - but I promise I'll be back." Naked as the day she was born, Powergirl sprinted straight through the crowd for the exit door.
Already moving slower due to her speed and natural grace of movement being removed from her, and her bouncing udders hindering her progress; the journey to the door at the far end of the long room was taking longer than Powergirl wanted. As easily had she burst in here, she had every reason to doubt that she could subdue any guards in the lobby with as much ease in her current condition; the wafer-thin chance of surprise was all that she had. Maybe it would still be empty? If she got out in the open, could she still fly?
But Powergirl had one more shock to come. The warden decided now was the moment to accelerate the Pym technology embedded in the nanobots that had already left her in this pitiful state...
Powergirl felt heat erupt all over her body, but dared not pause to see what was happening. Her breasts slightly accelerated in their gradual growth, and to keep any form of progress she clutched herself to maintain any form of balance. But the rest of her body was reacting very differently. What was happening? Was the room growing bigger? Wha...?
She was shrinking!
She realised the terrifying truth moments before she inevitably stumbled and crashed to the ground, sliding into the closed exit door. While the rest of her body was shrinking dramatically, her breasts were now nearly the size of Supergirl's - and still growing! Somehow she managed to scramble to her feet, her ridiculous boobs reaching from her throat to her waist. Leaning heavily against the door, she reached for the handle - but it way above her head! She couldn't reach it! She was only two foot tall! And perhaps three foot wide!
Her last chance was to take to the air, as she felt herself inevitably overbalancing, to try to reach a window - or at very least the door handle! But of course her powers of flight had been removed from her as with everything else that she come to rely on - her leap indistinguishable from a collapse forward onto her own breasts. She couldn't move any more. The weight of her chest and her tiny frame had pinned her to the floor. Teetering on a ridiculous combination of tiptoes and tits, she wobbled inches from freedom, but helplessly waiting for whatever horrors yet awaited her.
And, in a moment of utter helplessness and shame, she realised the feature of her frame that all the cameras were focused on was her poorly-wiped shitty ass!
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