Cellulite and muscle atrophy

Melissa fumbled on the ground, still unable to get her footing. Why was it taking her so long to recover? She was a superheroine, getting up should be the easy part.

"You won't start anywhere," she fumed. "I'll have you put in prison for the rest of your life for what you've already done."

"You'll have to stand up first," Ms Kyoto mused. "And you don't seem to be able to do even that. I wonder, why is that? Why can't the great Rocketgirl, whose greatest power lies in the speed and strength of her legs, muster the strength to stand up on her own two feet?" She pouted and tapper her chin in mock reflection.

"It doesn't matter," Rocketgirl spat. "I don't care what you say. I am a powerful superheroine. This is a temporary setback. I'll be on my feet in no time."

"Oh, I don't think you will," Ms Kyoto replied. "You see, that gelatin you've been bathing in for the last three days contains a powerful paralytic agent. After exposure to such a large quantity for that long, an ordinary woman would probably be paralyzed for life. It's a testament to your strength that you're even able to flail about on the floor right now, let alone talk to me. So don't worry. You're right: you will walk again. But after the treatment I'm about to give you, I have a feeling you can kiss your superpowers goodbye."

Disheartened and afraid, Rocketgirl felt weaker just from listening to Ms Kyoto's threatening words. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at her nemesis. "That's enough! Cloning and replacing me is enough. You can stop now. Just let me go."

"Not yet. Oh, Rocketgirl. My poor, sweet Rocketgirl. I shall miss the days of thinking of you as a worthy adversary. But I can't let you go. Not yet. You may feel as though I've taken everything from you. But I don't trust you. Not yet. I haven' taken enough from you yet. As long as what you have could pose a threat, I can't let you go. Now I don't want to babysit you forever, so of course I'll let you go eventually. But first I have to be sure you'll never interfere with my operations. And my dear," she held Rocketgirl by the chin and looked into her wide, moistening eyes, "I'm afraid I'll have to take a lot more from you before I trust you."

She ran an arm under Rocketgirl's shoulders and another under her knees and cradled the limp heroine, picking her up and walking purposefully out of the room. She stared into Rocketgirl's eyes the whole time.

Rocketgirl looked up plaintively as tears began to flow. "Please. Please don't do this. Please just let me go. I'll never bother you again. I was wrong to come after you in the first place. Please don't take my powers from me. We can reach an understanding. I'll never come after you again. Please please please please please..." She trailed off, devolving into whimpers and tears as she felt Ms Kyoto lay her down on a plump hospital bed.

"Shh, shh," Ms Kyoto said reassuringly as she cuffed Melissa's arms and legs to the bedframe. She wheeled an IV drip to the bed and inserted it into Melissa's arm, taping the needle in place and cranking the valve to drip slowly but steadily. "This IV contains a reformulation of your genetic makeup. It's exactly the same as your DNA but for one thing. The version of your DNA in this compound has a predilection for about three dozen muscular and neural diseases, any one of which impairs muscular movement and could cause muscle atrophy, especially if you lead a sedentary lifestyle. Now I'll be keeping you in this bed and pumping you full of this stuff for at least the next six months, so that certainly qualifies you as idle. We'll just have to see if any of the diseases takes to you. If so, your muscles will atrophy and that's half the battle won."

Melissa wailed and thrashed what little she could in her restraints and under the influence of the paralytic gelatin. "No! Nooooo! You're not just talking about preventing me from being a superheroine. You're talking about ruining me! You're talking about destroying my body and my life! You can't do this to me!"

"We'll see about that," Ms Kyoto said, snapping latex gloves on her hands. "But that's just the failsafe. The other half of my plan will have more immediate effect, but should also take you out of the superheroine business for the rest of your life."

She approached the bed wielding a large syringe filled with a creamy white substance. "This is fat, Rocketgirl, and a healthy dose of every hormone associated with the development of cellulite. Every day, I'm going to inject you in six strategic points to encourage the buildup of fat and cellulite in your fabulous legs. My hope is that within a week, we'll see some real development there. In a month, your legs should resemble those of an unhealthy middle-aged woman. And by the time we test you in six months for all those muscular disorders, it will hardly matter if you have them. Your legs will already be beyond repair, and your superheroic days will be long forgotten."

She stretched Rocketgirl's skin just below the buttocks and daintily poked her with the syringe.

"Nooooooooo!" Melissa shrieked as she watched Ms Kyoto depress the plunger. As the white substance gradually disappeared from the syringe, Melissa felt and saw it flow into her ass, rippling her skin before settling into place and causing her ass to expand just a tad from where it was before.

"That's one. Only five more today. Ready?"

Melissa sobbed and writhed uselessly as Ms Kyoto injected her thighs and calves with the fatty hormonal concoction. I've got to fight this, she thought. Got to get my strength back, shake off the effects of that paralytic gelatin, and get the hell out of here before she does any real damage to my body and my career! The world needs Rocketgirl. Come on, Melissa, fight!

"There now," Ms Kyoto said mock soothingly. She cupped Melissa's face, wiped the tears from her eyes, and brushed the hair from her face. "There there. All done for today. That's my brave girl. I think you deserve a reward."