Title

Playpen Merged Universe

by Anzaleth
Storyline Literal Jailbait
Characters Absolutely Everyone
Category Marvel and DC Gender Switch
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The New Institute Correctional Facility, or "N.I.C.F," is better known as "The Playpen" is a prison designed to contain superhumans. A custom-made artificial, yet stable and self-sustaining, pocket dimension, it keeps its prisoners trapped away from the regular universe. In fact, the Playpen is the ONLY thing that exists within the dimension, so even if prisoners, escape the facilities there is nowhere for them to go. The prison itself is also fully automated and self-regulating, eliminating the human element...

But most potent of all is its process of incarcerations. All prisoners are turned into teenaged girls, female versions of themselves with only faint echoes of any previous powers they may have processed and libidos so high they easily count as nymphomaniacs. The sheer drama generated by an entire prison of sex-crazed teenaged girls will lock the inmates in place, stopping them getting anything “constructive” done, and it seems to be working perfectly....

* * *

"GGRRAAAAAGHH!!"

The former Wolverine raked her nails against the table. The once impressive and feared outlaw superhero had been reduced to a petite teenage tart less than five feet tall (despite her platform mary janes). Her black hair went up in Wolverine's familiar swoosh, which looked very cute on her, and her fingers were long and a metallic gray. She was dressed in a yellow top with some blue strips, and a yellow-and-blue tartan skirt.

Instead of a cigar, she had a big lollypop clenched between her thick pert lips.

"Like, that's not gonna do any good!"

A girl strutted towards her, a snooty girl dressed in a gray tank top with a bat-shaped boob window and tight black pants. Her black hair was done-up in two cute buns that looked rather like bat ears.

"They call me Bryce now," she said, snapping her gum. You wanna, like, help me  bust outta here?"

* * *

The prison's current watchdog grinned as he studied the view screens. Running the Playpen cost money, and the team behind the prison had substituted the traditional income from prison labour with selling the security footage as porn. Sales were going very well indeed....


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