At a Thanksgiving Parade with Tattletale!

Tattletale was not in a good mood today. As a leader of the Undersiders, she prioritized her reputation and being one of the most fearsome caped masterminds the world had ever seen.

But now, Victoria had dragged her to a Thanksgiving Parade! And the two of them would be set extras, waving to the public of Gimel atop a parade float. An outdated holiday if there ever was one.

Her freckled face scowled as she brushed her dirty blonde hair into a ponytail. Her outfit was a more feminized pilgrim costume, tight around her modest c-cup chest, and with pants that wedged up her butt enough that it was a small wedgie. Her butt was bigger than some may expect due to a lack of exercise and her narrow hips. It didn't help that the pilgrim outfit was so tight that she basically ditched wearing a bra and panties, with only pasties for her nipples.

Still, her build was mostly slim, with slender legs and a lack of muscle, and she was proud of her flat tummy.

She was stark contrast to her fellow blonde.

Victoria was adjusting her Thanksgiving outfit; a small brown, sleeveless dress with turkey feathers in her hair, showing off her muscular arms and her long, muscular legs. The dress was pretty conservative, but it outlined her large round breasts damn well. The dress only came down to half her thighs, the swell of her big bubble butt showing even as the dress strained.

The dress was too tight for her normal workout bra and panties, so Victoria had been **** to wear a small thong and simple sash around her tits to keep them controlled and hide any outlines, which Tattletale knew Victoria hated. The dress occasionally hinted at the outline of Victoria's abs in a way that the brute didn't seem to notice.

Vic caught eyes from the moment she exited the dressing room as one of the most attractive women around. She had a heart shaped face with snow white skin, cool blue eyes and a lush mouth with full red lips. Tattletale was a bit put off, but had to admit she looked damned good.

She often kept her blonde hair long and straight, but now it was in a bun to keep the turkey hairs in place.

"This is so fucking stupid," Tattletale said as the workers all around them began to set the final preparations for the float. The crowd outside the stadium was already cheering in excitement. Victoria and Tattletale would be on the third parade float out there, according the schedule.

Victoria just rolled her eyes, "Come on you big baby. It's one little bit of charity. Don't be such a whiner."

"I'm not whining, I'm complaining. Supervillains can complain about stupid charity."

"Bitching, more like it." Victoria smirked at her frenemy, mostly in jest. "And a former villain at that. Now put on a smile and practice for the show. Or do you want to get on my bad side?"

Tattletale scowled as Victoria preened at her, knowing damn well that Lisa would lose any direct confrontation.

Victoria shook her head when Tattletale didn't respond, stepping away to practice her smile and wave. "Make sure to show them how thankful you are!" Victoria called back merrily.

'Always acting so prim and proper,' Tattletale groused. 'Acting like she wasn't annoyed that she had to wear that dress.'

But Tattletale knew Victoria's big secret, due to her Thinker power: Victoria was actually very prudish and hyper aware of her body's curves. Sometimes, Victoria hated how sensitive her big nipples and tight pussy could be, and feared the idea of butt play, fearing anything that might come close to her very sensitive and delicate rear. Even the thought of something getting close to that entrance made her shiver.

Tattletale also got a bunch of useless junk about how Victoria was practically addicted to iced tea, how much she currently weighed, and how hungry she was. Her power sometimes just didn't know what information was important.

"Excuse me?" A voice jarred Tattletale's thoughts. A worker had approached, carrying a giant Turkey baster, "Here's your prop Ms. Wilbourn. Filled to the brim with the cream, so it's a bit heavy."

"Prop?" Tattletale asked. Her power filled her in immediately as she took the near foot long baster in hand; Victoria was a turkey and thus, Tattletale was the cook.

"Yep! Also, it's a bit greasy from the cream, so the rubber can be a bit slippery. With the some of the float still having some corners to get snagged on, it's best if you don't move around too much, for safety concerns. Wouldn't want a spectacle, right?"

She simply nodded as the worker sped off, yelling at a bunch of other extras. Tattletale smiled as she got a devious plan. She glanced at an unaware Victoria, noticing how tight and cheap that dress was... and all the ways it could fail and be stripped off.

By "accident", of course. No one would guess that Tattletale was involved except for Victoria... and even then, only when it was too late.

It would take some mastermind plays, but Tattletale had a plan to stuff that “Victoria Turkey” and show everyone how grateful Tattletale really was.