"Wh-what?" A bleary Powergirl all-too-slowly became aware of her surroundings. "Wh-where am I?"
"Don't worry Girly" came a voice from directly above her. "You've been having a little nap - stay down for a while if you like. I thought that you might need a little chest massage to wake you up..."
"Who are you? Get off me!" Powergirl shouted in outrage as she opened her eyes to see a burly man straddling her - and the man was freely fondling her breasts. "How dare you!? My breasts are not for the likes of you!"
"Are you sure?", he leered openly. "You've been showing them off for years PowerSlut, I reckon they're pretty much for everyone."
Powergirl was shocked, how could HE create HER with such disdain? She was a Superheroine! "I SAID", she started threateningly, "Take your hands off me RIGHT NOW, else you will have reason to regret it! Don't you know who I am - I will tear you limb from limb!"
"Really?" He asked in mock surprise. "Are you sure you're up to it? I'd have thought a booby bimbo like you would struggle to tear a tissue in half! Seriously, have you seen yourself lately?"
Before throwing him aside, Powergirl took a moment to indulge him assess her surroundings. She was lying flat on her back on a cot in what appeared to be prison cell. What was she doing here? What was this place? And who was this impudent bastard?
She looked down past him. Where was her proud costume? Derided as it had regularly been, it was positively conservative compared to what she could could see of what she was wearing - a ludicrously insufficient piece of nightwear that had been brushed aside for him to clearly have some fun with her comatose form. She would NEVER choose to wear such a thing, even in her private moments; she may have been happy to flaunt her cleavage in her uniform, knowing the advantage that distraction can bring, but this was far beyond racy - it was obscene. Why on earth was she wearing it?
And her body! Why were her breasts so big? They were bigger than her head! What had happened to her. She had to assert her authority, get this mouth-breather off her, and find out what was going on.
"How I am, and how I look, is no concern of yours!" the confused heroine shouted with as much authority as she could muster. "Get off me - right NOW!"
She had clutched his wrists, conveniently resting in front of her as he freely kneaded her mighty boobs. Getting a firm grip, she lurched her body upwards, expecting her mighty strength to toss his frame over her head and crash behind her. But nothing happened! She remained as firmly pinned down as before. She tried again, even more powerfully, but somehow he was far too heavy for her. Where was her strength?
"What's up there Powerless Girl?", he grinned down at her, "Wanting to hold hands? Well I suppose I can leave your jubblies alone a minute. Let's have a game of peanuts shall we?"
Still shocked by his continued presence on top of her, she reacted far too slowly, and he quickly interlocked his fingers with hers. "Come on then Barbie - let's see what she can do"
He was in a hugely advantageous position for any such challenge, but with her phenomenal strength she should have no difficulty in forcing him back. But he was going nowhere! He was clearly toying with her as she strained with all her might to push him back - and got precisely nowhere. Meanwhile he simply smiled and stifled a yawn. Why was she so weak? Why couldn't she dominate him like she had all her previous opponents? Sweat poured freely out of her as she gave it all she had, pinned down firmly at her waist by his immense weight (and what disturbingly felt like a huge erection pressing down into her stomach; struggling to raise her chest with her own weights impeding her; and her arms, once straight in front of her, bending further and further back until they were behind her shoulders, struggling even to support his weight as by now he was merely casually leaning into her. His face was only inches from hers - and she couldn't do a thing about it.
And then he compounded her fear and humiliation, by spitting into her mouth - wide open as she gasped for any extra air that may help him to resist him. "Yuh-You Pig!" she squealed in disgust. "I-I'll show yuh-you". One more time she tried to force him upwards, drawing on reserves that she didn't know she possessed.
She didn't possess them. Her efforts meant that she had exerted herself too completely - and her bladder gave way! She was wetting herself! Not only was she too weak to resist him, she was too weak even to control herself. What was happening to her? She tried to pinch her thighs together, to stop herself, but she just kept going. He let go of her numbed arms as they dangled uselessly on either side of her cot.
"Show me what, Miss PissyPants" he grinned. "How fast you can fill your diaper? Good thing they popped that on you beforehand, else you really would be literally in a mess. How long have you been incontinent?"
"I-am-not-in-con-tin-ent" gasped Powergirl, gasping for breath between each painful consonant. She was shocked that her body could be betraying herself so thoroughly - and that it had been so expected that she appeared to have been diapered beforehand. What was wrong with her? And who were 'they'?
"Oh really!? Your full diaper says otherwise honey! In fact..." He grinned as he bounced upwards on her once rock-hard abdominal muscles. Powergirl felt a sense of terror as it triggered an unfamiliar and most unwelcome gurgling LOW in her tummy. She gritted her teeth - no not this too!...
"I rather fancy you are pretty much doubly so..."
She let out a billowing wet fart - and followed through! She couldn't stop herself! The once-mighty Powergirl was straining her already-bulging diaper to breaking point. She cried bitterly at her desperate failure to protect either herself or any measure of dignity. She tried to raise her bottom, but lacked any leverage, and felt the unspeakable muddy mess spreading all around her nether regions. She was lying in her own $hit!
"Phoo-whee Powerploppy", He merely laughed at her utter despair. "But don't cry, there's lot of guys in here who quite like that, and I'm sure will help to clean you up later"
Powergirl found this far from encouraging - messing herself was one thing - but the prospect of being 'attended to' down there by anyone in her current condition was unspeakable - least of all some perverted man.
"That won't (gasp) be necess (garp) necessary". She whimpered desperately. "I (pant) can clean up huff my-myself"
"Nah, don't think so sweet-cheeks", he corrected her. "You can't even stop me massaging your tits again. And you're squirting milk all over the place now!" He was right - her exhausted arms still dangled limply and uselessly at her sides, unable to even clutch herself in the wake of the latest shocking revelation.
"Time to get the message, Slut" he said, suddenly lifting his weight over her well-lubricated breasts. "You've been cockteasing blokes virtually your whole career. Now it's highly overdue for you to start putting out, and believe me, it's going to be a long old time before you stop - there's plenty of guys after me who are going to have lots of fun playing with you. But I'm first!"
Powergirl's eyes widened in horror as he unzipped his fly and dropped a huge cock onto her lips, then anchored himself firmly with a hand behind him on each mighty breast.
"Don't you - GLUB!" Powergirl's jaw muscles were so weakened that even delicately pushing against her lips saw them spring open and accept his mighty member. In desperation she tried to bite down, her last way of causing him pain, but somehow she couldn't seem to bite as hard as she expected...
"Oh, that's good, slut, keep sucking, I like that" He encouraged her
She couldn't even bite him properly! It was only adding to his pleasure! He could dangle his most vulnerable part down her throat and she could do nothing about it! It was so big her tongue wrapped round it and as she gasped for breath she could feel herself caressing his member almost lovingly. In utter despair she only filled her diaper a little more as her drastically-depleted courage failed her, and she wet herself again - but this time out of sheer terror.
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The warden watched the heroine's travails from the ever-present cameras and smiled. Soon they would both face as another unwelcome surprise as they found themselves enjoying their brutal treatment far too much. And their confusion would only grow as it kept happening.
But for now, he had another appointment to keep...
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