The new bat-bondo-bubble was like a combination of super-dynamic rubber and transparent steel, and the only way to escape it was to literally dis-integrate the elastic molecular bond that formed around the helpless victim captured inside unis the concentrated rays of a gamma gun. When Bats shot the unsuspecting Superman from behind, the stuff had instantly formed a seal around Clark's hard body and begun to rapidly contract, forcing him to the ground in a defensive crouch. The micro pellet of pink-k gas that burst inside the sealed rubber prison formed a thick mist that swept into Supes lungs as he tried to resist the inevitable contractions of the bubble.
His super strength, still on the wain from their last game, did little to stop him being compacted into a fetal ball inside the plastic encasement, but fear turned to embarrassment, then shame, and then extreme discomfort as his super man-sex responded to the effects of the pink-k, hardening him in waves of increasing pressure. His tight costume could not hide nor deter the grotesque display that his sex organ made inside his see-through prison. Within minutes Bats had reduced Supes to a squirming ball, pining for sexual release, and once again, Bruce had won another round in their perilous superhero games.
quelle imagination .
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