I'm excited to receive my superheroine uniform sent from the Justice League. A skimpy leotard will not cover much, but I can't fight them on costumes. Slowly stripping my booty shorts and sports bra, I'm surprised when I see the ensemble on my curvy body. The thong leotard is revealing and the wide belt doesn't hide my fat pussy that peeks out the side. At least my perky tits look good. Readjusting my g-string, I try to get comfortable.
Ms. Marvel calls, and I ask why I'm in such an embarrassing outfit. It will help with flexibility when fighting crime, but it's humiliating. A high pitch is brain scrambling. I'm gasping in pain until I'm a mindless slave.
Droning, I am conditioned to wear my tiny leotard and repeat mantras about loving thongs in my butt crack while pacing with my arms out like a dazed zombie. My Mistress calls back to check on my mind control and I agree to go to Mr. Freeze's lair.
When in the supervillain hideout, I snap out of my magic spell and snoop through his belongings with my big ass in the air. Oblivious to my surroundings, the Baddie sneaks up behind me and freezes me into a frozen statue. My agape mouth and camel toe leave me helpless and in a compromising state.
As my body thaws, I'm angry and throw a punch but the mesmerizing phone call reverts me into a mindless drone. Time to go to the Mesmerists Lair and destroy him as I repeat my induction mantras.
Arriving, I regain my faculties and start snooping with my round booty on display. He uses his mind fucking powers and transforms me into a mindless maid. Dusting and cleaning, my swaying ass seductively poses while I do my domestic discipline.
My brain reawakens and I pov punch the Villain and my Master calls me to her. I wander off in my zombie daze.
She has me do erotic dancing with ass shaking and ass smacking. A superheroine doesn't do the humiliating tasks of exotic dancing and booty shaking. I would be so mad if I were aware of my degradation.