"Yoo-hoo, Wonder Wench, you in there?" came an unknown and confident male voice just outside the bathroom door.
Who was he? How had he got past the unbreakable security? She needed to find out and fast, but first she needed to scrub herself still further - she couldn't put her costume on until she had at least got her precious tushie clean. Why was she finding it so hard to cleanse herself? Just as she failed to notice her expanding and freely lactating tits, or the less-than refreshing consistency of the 'water' she bathed in, so too she failed to notice that her familiar loofah had reshaped itself into a large phallus, and her scrubbing technique left a lot to be desired - the mighty heroine was doing little other than spearing herself up the ass.
The door opened, and the Warden casually strolled in. Having tried to marshall the remaining Superheroine forces the previous night, she should have at least recognised him. She should have reached him in 2 steps and punished him for his impropriety. She should at least have covered herself up. Instead she dropped the 'loofah' in shock, farted noisily, and her attempts to conceal her nude form from his appraising eyes were misguided, instead holding only her bellybutton and chin, her dripping snatch and huge breasts still on full display.
"G-get out!" she whimpered uncertainly, her once commanding tones stolen from her. "I'm showering here!"
"Yes, I can see that," he grinned lasciviously. "Nice norks, Wonder Titties! Thought that you'd need me to scrub your back"
"W-what!" She yelped in outrage. Her quivering legs parted, her jaw rose, hands sank to her hips and she attempted to pull off her once-fearsome power pose. "I am Wonder Woman! I don't need help from the likes of a pervert like you. Get out before..."
He interrupted up with raucous laughter. "Now come on sweet cheeks, you don't actually expect me to take you seriously do you?" For a moment she paused, still far too dazed to assess her situation accurately. Of course he should be intimated by a naked woman thrusting her huge tits apart and stretching her snatch as wide as possible. Confused, her eyes glazed over while he continued his withering assessment.
"Now Wondie, look at yourself", he sneered. "You've messed your bed, blocked the toilet, leaked crap everywhere between here and your room, - and it's still stuck to your leg. I know you so-called Heroines lack any intestinal fortitude, but you don't have to spread it everywhere..."
"H-how dare you!" she whimpered, deflating like a punctured balloon. "I-I just had a little accident. I-I'll show you how what Superheroines can do!"
Now was the time to spring into action. Now was the time to agilely leap out out of the shower, pin him against the wall, overpower him using just her superior amazon fighting skills, then summon her lariat and make sure that he never recalled this tawdry accident, and left with a far more respectful attitude to women in general and Superheroines in particular.
Now was not the time to stumble over her her own feet, whack herself in the face with a giant bouncing boob in trying to regain her balance, and topple head first into the toilet she had so recently left overflowing.
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