"Time for you to taste a Superheroine's Wrath!", yelled Angelica, knowing this vermin required vengeance at its most vicious. But this most beautiful of heroine, while shamed with the pee running into her boots and confused about her abrupt landing, remained deliciously unaware of her current status, and thoroughly expectant that the abilities on which she had come to reply would yet win this day. She needed to proceed with extreme caution, instead she thrust her legs apart, wincing at the pain from her injured knee, thrust her delectable ass in the air, and let rip her fiery justice.
And nothing happened.
Well, nearly nothing. Just as Angelica's jaw dropped in shock at the complete absence of her powers; a thunderous rumbling started deep within herself. Before she could begin to react, she realised with horror that her bowel control was no less controlled than her bladder. Before she could take even the slightest action to attempt to save herself, her bum exploded in a thunderous torrent of shame.
The illustrious Firestar had soiled herself - and how! As she reached behind herself, horrified, she realised the absence of practicality in her form-fitting costume, squeezing the vast viscous mass into horrendous lumps, while obscene fluid dribbled down her kegs making the legs of her once gleaming costume a far dirtier brown. She tried to remember how she had got into her costume in the first place; she'd need to strip herself naked before she could even begin to clean herself up
Words escaped her - how could this be happening to her? She was meant to be rescuing Dagger and subduing the villain and instead...
In a moment, she realised - where was he? Dagger was still gawping at her looking completely horror-struck at her predicament, but in her moment of distraction he had slipped from her view.
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