Mighty Maid was quite satisfied indeed. She had started to build up her personal staff: an overeager kryptonian girl scout, a magically powered squeaky super nanny, and now an utterly vacant heroine who thought she was a personal blow up doll minion. She was consumed with avarice though. She wanted money, fame, fortune, adulation, and every hero and heroine remade in her twisted, inane image. Right now, though, as they left the field of dusty confusion outside the bank, she wanted a rest. She was a lazy soul, ironic given her tightly fitting maid uniform, and this had been quite a bit of work even with her minions doing the heavy lifting, most especially Bimbette, the former Power Girl, who was bobbing up and down, hovering with bags of money in hand.
So, despite her ultimate wishes, she had to groan as the motorcycle carrying Black Canary drove up. It was then she realized that her bobbing blow up doll had activated her distress signal at some point. "Sacre bleu!" She groaned. "Girl Scout. Deal with this." She waved her hand dismissively.
"Obedience," the former Supergirl sighed. "Is," another sigh, the whole body shivering after what Nanny Contrary had just done to her, "bliss," and an exhale as she turned her eyes on Black Canary with a saucy grin. She reached into her girl scout bag of tricks and pulled out a stick of gum, popping it in her mouth and chewing loudly.
Canary looked at them warily, recognizing her former friends but having to wonder just what had happened. "Stay there." She shook her head, ready to unleash her canary cry. "What happened here?"
"Y'know," Girl Scout moved with mannerisms far younger than her body would suggest. The woman loved playing her part. She popped the gum, a mischievous smile on her face. "I like gum. A lot. I like how pink it is. I like how it pops. And I like to share."
The scream started to come out of Canary's mouth as Girl Scout started to move, but the kryptonian was just too quick. The second Canary opened her mouth, she was being kissed with gusto. "Mmm!" was the only sound she made. And then, in a flash of color, it was over. The former Supergirl had retreated a few steps. She was still chewing her gum but it had been cut in half by her teeth, the other half deposited in the still-a-superheroine's mouth.
Dinah chewed, and chewed, and chewed some more. Her eyes started to cross as she did. Girl Scout just laughed. "See, good isn't it!" She clapped. "Now, blow a bubble!" No longer in control of her body, the chewing Canary did just that. "Bigger!" Scout shouted. And it got bigger. "Bigger, bigger!" She shouted again and Canary complied. "All the way now!" And with a grunt and an exhale, the bubble grew bigger still until it made a loud POP and became a globul prison around Canary's head. All she could see was pink.
Mighty Maid smirked. "Tres bien." She walked forth duster in hand. "I weeell take eet from here!" She sauntered forth and started to attack Dinah with her feather duster. It started slowly, laughter, giggles even, from the entrapped heroine, but soon she was writhing under the strain of the wicked magic weapon.
Her body twisted and contorted but she couldn't see, or think, or act. All she could do was laugh helplessly at the tickling. And as the speed increased, laughter turned to screaming, and screaming turned to the activation of the sonic cry. But it did not escape the sticky bubble. Instead it bounced around, crashing back into her own ears, again and again as the tickling continued.
This too continued, until Mighty Maid brought it all to a crescendo. The bubble started to expand more and more, covering Canary's body in the face of the sonic and feathery onslaught until the only place left to tickle was the bottom of her feet. Then, that was covered as well, and the bubble started to crack as Canary's scream became louder and louder.
It was with a silent thrashing that the gum bubble burst. Emerged was Dinah, but transformed. Her hair and eyes were now pink and somehow the gum had ended back up in her mouth. She was otherwise naked. She was chewing intensely. "Like, hi?" Her voice had changed too, raspier, off tune. It had been damaged in the tickling. "Who am I?" She blinked ditzily. Mighty Maid leaned in to whisper to her as she waved on Girl Scout, who was so glad at what just happened, to do her bidding. As she whispered, the kryptonian disappeared, flying off at super speed and coming back with clothes.
Upon her return she spun Dinah around, groping this way and that as she dressed her. In the end, she was clad in a pink tubetop and black miniskirt, all bedazzled, and wore disco ball earrings. Mighty Maid took a step back and waved her on. "Hey, everyone!" She said eagerly with her raspy voice. "I'm Naree Black, Miss Mighty Maid's totally bitching pop sensation!" She jutted out her chest, a talentless hack of a poptart star whose twisted vocal chords could ensorcle anyone who heard one of her vapid, vacant songs. She finished her introduction with a ridiculous dance move spin followed by an even more ridiculous twerk.
Mighty Maid smiled laconically, overtaxed but quite pleased. "Now, shall we go?"
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