Spider-Woman desperately tried to massage her shrunken brain as to how to handle her situation. If brute force could not force the door or the window, she'd need to find some tool for the hob. Maybe there might even be a key somewhere? But the room was pretty bare, just the bed and a chest of drawers -it would seem he had a dressing room elsewhere.
She heaved her swollen frame back towards the chest of drawers, overlooking her huge heaving bosom and the other changes to her body that had left her as little more than a pneumatic fuck toy. The top drawer contained a selection of flavoured condoms and other sex aids, none of which she wanted to go anywhere near, and she couldn't see how she could use any of them as either a weapon or an escape tool. The draw itself looked flimsy and she saw no hope that it would be any more effective against the solid window.
The second drawer was even before disgusting - varied laxatives and diapers - clearly the Warden's experiences with Supergirl and Powergirl had been practised beforehand - what a sick freak! She moved on quickly to the bottom drawer, hoping for anything that might help her, her last chance. It was locked!
Spider-woman's strength may have been significantly reduced, but she remained stronger than a normal woman; if she could only think a little more rationally she still may be able to make some form of effective defense. But thinking was far too hard work for her and she forced it open in a sudden movement. Think pink gas poured out of it - it was booby trapped!
Only a few moments ago the gas would have had a miniscule effect on her; her reflexes and strong constitution meaning she could get herself out of range before it overcame her. But now she was far too slow and clumsy - what once would have been a graceful movement away actually saw her take a deliberately deep breath, her dulled mind thinking it was in time but actually in the thickest and densest part of the cloud. She still managed to stagger blearily to her feet FAR too slowly. She tried to move her legs away, but she was far too late - she collapsed backwards across the bed, eyes blank, gasping for fresh air and struggling vainly for consciousness.
The gas was another insidious creation, designed purely to affect any woman unfortunate enough to inhale it in 3 specific ways;
- Reducing their strength to a tenth of what it was before
- Clouding their mind to reduce their intellect to a similar fraction
- Quadrupling the size of their breasts
While none of the effects were quite instantaneous, they were close to it and by the time she could regain her consciousness, they would have fully taken place; and they had been cleverly designed so as to be without antidote...
Finally, Spider-Woman came to, confused about the crushing wait on her chest. When she managed to open her eyes, she realised with horror that it was her own breasts - they were huge. With renewed horror, she realised they were now way too heavy to lift. She couldn't lift herself from the Warden's bed! What was wrong with her? Even with orbs this ludicrous her enhanced spider strength should be more than ample, but she couldn't lift her frame even an inch! She was trapped, naked, and thoroughly helpless!
But Spider-Woman's torment was not about to end any time soon. It was at this moment across town that the Warden started to tire of Zatanna's constant service and checked his messages. It included a link to the hidden cameras around his home, including directly above his bed; his eyes widened as he recognised the very welcome intruder writhing helplessly on his duvet. Eager to experiment with the new powers that he had given himself, he slipped out of the back door, turned himself invisible and zoomed off into the air.
Spider-Woman had one last power remaining to her - Spider-sense. She was well used to her body starting to tingle when danger approached - and in her current situation the impending arrival of the Warden was dangerous indeed. But her control over this formerly invaluable power had completely deserted her. It's power had increased exponentially, and now, rather than its epicentre found somewhere subtle near her temples, it now was very definitely located somewhere far lower. Her engorged clitoris was suddenly the rawest of nerve endings, and she suddenly found herself undergoing the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Desperately she reached down to genuinely try and 'soothe' herself, but the merest contact of her fingers as near as her tummy sent her into a wildly shuddering climax, helplessly squirting her unwanted juices from between her legs. For a moment, there was blessed relief, but mere milliseconds later, her arousal returned, even twice as strong as before. How could this be?
In desperation, Spider-Woman remembered the variety of ointments in the bedside cabinet alongside her. As vile as they were, maybe one of them might soothe her raging loins for a moment; at least to try to recover some composure for a moment. Blindly, she reached out with her left hand and clumsily managed to grab an unidentified pot from the drawer. As desperately as she scrabbled, it was the only thing her enfeebled hands could grasp. It took her only a few moments, but in doing so she had ejaculated 3 more times, each time stronger than before. What was wrong with her?
Poor, dozy Spider-Woman! Her tiny mind already denying her rational decision-making, but also extremely distracted, she ripped it open in the desperate but irrational hope that it might improve her situation. It was a small pot of pills, and she emptied it down her throat in a most foolhardy manner. As she swallowed the last one she finally thought to read the label - Female Viagra!
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