"What THE HELL do you think you've done to Batgirl!" Spud looked up from himself to see not one, not two, but three of Batgirl's colleagues in front of him, and one look at them suggested that they were far from happy with him. To be fair to him, finding her in the ridiculous state she was, with himself just climbing off her, they more than had a point. Under any normal circumstance, Spud would have considered himself in the deepest of trouble; but somehow, just like Batgirl post-transformation, the individuals in front of him remained recognisable in their identified roles; but looking far less capable of being able to deliver on them. Each of them should have been able to recognise the changes in either their colleagues or themselves; but the magic prevented them from seeing these very obvious warning signs.
The Speaker was Huntress, the vigilante with a fearsome reputation for violence. But at the moment she looked neither fearsome nor violent. Perhaps her dubious nature as a genuine Superheroine had given the Warden's magic even more opportunity to change her to being excessively feeble Her form-fitting purple costume had always shown plenty of flesh, but the amount on display now was quite intoxicating. Always bearing her toned midriff, that bare area had expanded hugely so as to leave herself with copious amounts of underboob on display. The white cross still found its centre in her now huge cleavage, with the horizontal white bar bisecting the ever thinning band of fabric that met behind her back in the snuggest of halternecks that looked like it would shake out her nipples either sidewards or downwards at the slightest movement. Like Batgirl, her 'cape' now barely reached her armpits and her one once impressive mask still concealed her eyes, but its ears were now rounded to look cute rather than compelling. Her tousled long hair looked even longer. Spud noticed what appeared to be a similarly-resourced Futility Belt, with what was once her staff replaced by a large white dildo. Below this, she still wore a pair of purple briefs - but brief now indeed was the word; a skimpy g-string and waistband barely a millimetre in diameter, hiding nothing of her pubic fleece, and the tiny triangle of fabric clinging closely to her pussy to see all of its contours. Her boots and gloves remained broadly unchanged, but her stiletto heels left her on far less secure footing.
Robin's costume was too big for her. Her own gloves and boots had dipped to her wrists and ankles to give her a fresh trip hazard. Her yellow cape fitted the pattern of her colleagues. The bright red outfit was reliant on wafer-thin and over-long shoulder straps that she could and should have knotted up, but she had neglected to do do so, just as she had also neglected to wear any underwear. Accordingly her costume hung two inches beneath each nipple, both outsize breasts bouncing unhindered and uncovered as she walked along. Her own futility belt kept dropping to her ankles. Her low-slung outfit should have kept her lower half concealed - but wide slashes in her skirt meant that she was reliant on her bright green bikini bottoms. Those bottoms were now located halfway to her knees, and Spud idly wondered if all heroines spent so long on keeping their once-private ares under such controlled maintenance.
Black Canary's thick leather jacket was far too concealing to have made the transition. That would have left her with her black body stocking and fishnet tights. The tights remained, but her body stocking was plain gone. She now wore a pair of fishnet tights without any other form of lower coverage, Her 'top' was a pair of 'Tweety Pie' pasties stuck to each nipple with no-longer-particularly tacky glue. Buxom to start with, the Black Canary now had a clear balance problem, only hindered by heels two inches taller than before.
Sadly for the heroines, only the Black Canary had ever possessed a genuine Superpower, in her Canary Scream, and she never liked to use it except as a last resort. Spud's task was to make that happen as soon as possible - and make sure that it did help her friends not in the least. They were reliant on their natural strength, athleticism, and wisdom - and with each of them being so drastically reduced; they were likely to each have a few unwelcome surprises. But as unimposing as any of them may appear, he was outnumbered three to one, so he knew he would have to play this carefully...
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