Nina Dowd (she'd given up the silly supervillain name she had for herself) hated her life. She was stuck, quite literally, in her DEO prison cell. Her breasts has become so huge that they needed no restraints to keep her imprisoned. She couldn't even stand up anymore, even with help, as her breasts had grown so large they made up the majority of her body mass. She had to be exercised each day so her muscles wouldn't atrophy. A simple power neutralization collar was all that the bonds they put on her, some asshole putting a cat bell on the collar.
The only plus? At least her huge chesticles were comfortable to lay on.
And with all the time to think, she'd come to lament her position. She was a catgirl, a huge titted catgirl with boobs straight out of DeviantArt, a barely useful hypnotic power, she no longer needed to use the bathroom as her body's digestive tract was super-efficient... and nothing else. She was sexier, yes, with a curvaceous body to go with her giant breasts, a lucious ass and pouty lips, but she couldn't move to flaunt it. Her breasts were just too heavy... If she lay on her back, her ribs and lungs would be crushed by her boobmeat.
She regretted touching that cycle. She couldn't go back to being a scientist, no one would take her seriously ever again.
But most of all? She hated Robin (he heard that particular Robin was called Red Robin now), Superboy, and Impulse. They didn't even try to help her. Superboy STOOD ON HER ASS crowing like a little shit.
She wanted revenge. But she knew she'd never...
Her collar fell off with a clink. "What the..."
The door to her cell (more an apartment than a cell due to the relaxed restrictions on her containment) was ripped off, a pair of large, mechanical men tromping in. There was also a floating TV. An old man appeared on it. "My dear Nina Dowd," the old man said. "Would you like to have your powers and body actually be useful?"
Nina frowned. "What is this?" she asked.
"I am the Tinkerer. I am recruiting villains of... lesser fame to increase their abilities to a useful level," he said. "You were humiliated by Red Robin, Superboy, and Impulse. Your powers are barely useful. How'd you like to bend them to your will, and have the strength to actually stand up for once?"
Nina closed her eyes and sighed. "You had me at 'stand up,'" she said. "How are you going to get me out of here, though?"
A floating bed came in, big enough to hold her and her massive breasts. On the bed was a joystick designed obviously to go between her breasts, a large amount of guns on it. "A temporary measure, I assure you. I also apologize for the whole innuendo with the joystick."
Nina scowled. "Honestly? I'm just happy to see something other than this room for once," she said. The robots hefted her breasts easily, carrying Nina over and placing her on the bed. Nina gripped the joystick and guided the bed out, laughing as she used the guns on the bed to annihilate the facility.
"Feeling better?" Tinkerer asked as they escaped.
"I was LITERALLY going insane with regret and boredom in there! TV SUCKS nowadays!" Nina said. "Plus, I kept hearing the same boob jokes OVER and OVER AGAIN! GET SOME NEW MATERIAL, YOU PIGS!!"
"...This is years of repressed anger coming out, isn't it?" Tinkerer asked.
"You have no fucking idea!" Nina laughed, the giant-breasted catgirl savoring the destruction around her as they fled the DEO facility.