This was just the start of the fearful foursome's very long night. When Spud and Figplucker tired of their respective partners they cheerfully decided to swap over, intermingled with fresh humiliations of the sobbing Black Canary and bouncing on the ludicrous form of the stricken Batgirl. None of the for were remotely able to help themselves and all they could do was wonder - which of their assailants was next going to assail them, and whether before they did they would once again foul themselves. Their shameful degradation ripped away any vestiges of their former self-confidence as Superheroines, and they just sobbed bitter tears of shame and defeat.
But eventually with the dawning of the day even Spud and Figplucker were tiring of their sport. It was time for Pigflucker to formally take them into custody; but while he could of course radio in for assistance he saw no entertainment in that, and was again guided by Spud's helpful suggestions.
First, Batgirl was dragged out of the alley, scraping her huge bosoms agonisingly down both sides of the street as she went. With considerable effort, they dragged her onto an old skateboard that had been discarded under a fire escape. It only had 3 wheels, but for their purposes, its more limited mobility was an added attractant. She was securely strapped to the board by a combination of the available futility belts of her colleagues. Her legs dragged on the floor, firmly strapped together by her own belt.
Black Canary, Huntress, and Robin were given their personalised ringgags and hauled to their feet. Legs chained as they were, teetering on heels far too tall for them, and each with mammaries nearly doubling their body weight, it was a near miracle they could stand at all. Robin and Black Canary were already diapered, but with Black Canary missing a frantically buzzing dildo, Spud decided not to leave her lonely or undistracted and dared her sticking diaper to force it home. Meanwhile Figplucker happily diapered up Huntress, but had no wish to clear her filthy self, but instead showered her with a bag of chili powder that she had already disturbed in their earlier liaison, adding a raging irritation to her loins that she could do not a single thing about.
The Futility Belts had given them 4 dog collars and leads, and each were given this latest humiliating addition, while the 3 leads of the mobile girls were tied to each other and then to the end of the collar around the horizontal Batgirl. Figplucker leaped aboard Batgirl's form and yelled "mush". Free from the confines of the walls of the constricting alley, Batgirl's gargantuan bust still reached to the heavens, but her cleavage had now seperated enough to give him a comfortable and fleshy throne. Spud cheerfully lined them up in the right direction and walked alongside them, using Figplucker's tazer on their bare flesh to steer them in the right direction.
And with agonised and faltering steps, three of the formerly most feared heroines of the city proceeded to haul their stricken and very heavy comrade through the public streets, wearing enough of their costumes to make their former identities perfectly clear but display everything except their very full diapers. Their bouncing huge udders that made every step a jiggling nightmare, their red-raw pussies praying hopelessly for a rest and stillness that the gargantuan dildos rapped deep inside them had no intention of allowing. The exercise was far more than they could handle, and after just two steps, each of the 3 had added to the muddied mess building up behind them. Now chafing and constricting their movements so badly, they each independently wet their diapers deliberately in the hope of diluting the impacted filth that was restricting each step, but none were any longer capable of such selective movements - in trying to delicately open their bladders, their bowels opened even more catastrophically than before, releasing mudslides of such consistency that they would have struggled to walk even despite their many other issues.
Unbeknownst to any of Batgirl, Black Canary, Huntress, or Robin was the location of the police station Figplucker was steering them towards. There was actually one just two blocks away, downhill and with reportedly excellent facilities for interviewing suspects; but he knew they tended to play things by the book and even though the four of them were wanted criminals and at the very bottom of the public's affections, he would still have to justify their current condition and fill in unnecessary paperwork. But he had several friends in another station, friends who had more axes to grind against heroines than he, and they would be delighted to greet them in their current condition and process them accordingly. There, Figplucker would be treated as a hero.
The fact that it was several miles away, entirely up hill and along several cobbled streets through the roughest parts of town where even before the changes of the previous night do-gooding heroines were as popular as a pork chop in a synagogue; well that was just a happy coincidence...
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