bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: A little while back an anonymous requested the bimbofication of heroines
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: A little while back an anonymous requested the bimbofication of heroines. Comic book fiction isn’t really my thing and I was going to decline the request but I’m glad I didn’t in the end since I came up with this:Kara In Crisis“Hi, how are you doing today? Are you enjoying the conference sweetie?”Deep down she found the place soul destroying. The whole thing was seedy and tacky but worst of all was the fact that she couldn’t escape, both physically and mentally. They had laid a trap for her, put a damsel in distress, and she had fallen for it. They had taken everything from her and now she was stuck here. Comicon they called it and everywhere the name of her captors mocked her. They had sponsored the whole event so their name was plastered everywhere.“I’m Kara and on behalf of everyone at BMBO I hope you have a pleasant day”.It was like there was a pull string on her back the way she chimed out their phrases in her new silly sing-song voice. It sickened her to hear it coming from her own mouth. She had lost all control of her actions so the words spilled from her mouth like Tourettes. “Of course you are”, the guy mumbled, never lifting his eyes from his phone.The anger bubbled and brewed inside Kara, a mass of emotions that she couldn’t release. If she had all her powers she was confident she could get him to pay attention and not be so rude. No doubt he thought she was some dumb model, paid by the company to parade around. Either that or he thought she was an eager superheroine fan who had dressed up for the occasion. Whatever the case it irritated her. She was desperate to scream out, to proclaim to the whole hall that she was the Supergirl not some stupid pretender. Yet the words formed a lump in her throat and she wasn’t able to shape them in her mind and vocalise them. It was just what this BMBO company wanted and she hated them for it.If being captured and forced to attend the conference wasn’t enough they had forced her to wear the ridiculous costume. They had done it to humiliate her she was sure of it. Sure it was similar to her actual Supergirl costume in style and colour but that was practically where the similarities ended. Kara felt like a complete slut and extremely uncomfortable as well. The latex felt like something from a sex shop. It was tight, and skimpy and under the lights of the conference she was pouring with sweat underneath. They had dyed her hair a brighter blonde too to make her look even less like her former self. She felt violated.The anger coursed through her veins again. Kara tried to focus. She shut her eyes and slowed her breathing, encouraging her mind to kick start into action. It felt like trying to start the ignition of an old car. She fought against all the conditioning and mind control and implants. When she opened her eyes she tried to communicate with him again.“Listen…Mister…I mean, sir..I’m Kara, I mean…I mean…I’m Supergirl…the…the Supergirl…I need…I need to go…can you…can you help me go…from…I mean from…here”.Her voice wasn’t squeaky anymore and her bubbly body language had diminished. She fiddled with her glove and pleaded with her eyes hoping it was enough for him to help her. Kara’s heart skipped a beat as he looked up from his phone and she saw the concern in his eyes.“Are you ok?” He asked.“I…I”, she fumbled but it was too much. “Of course sillybuns. Do you want a picture with me, cutie?”She groaned in the deep depths of her conscious mind. The look of concern was dashed from his face and replaced with the gleaming eyes of lust as he drank up the sight of her. From the looks of it he had already forgotten about her brief relapse. If only he knew how much energy it had taken to muster up the disjointed words.“Sure babe”, he beamed.Kara heard herself giggle as he sidled up towards her and pulled in to take a selfie. She felt his cold clammy hand wind around her waist and as he adjusted the lens it started to roam downwards and under her teeny tiny skirt.“Mmmm kinky”, she squeaked.Inside Kara screamed.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the ‘Ask Me Anything’ section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the ‘Submit’ section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link