What was the point of getting me? There is no point. Im going to leave!
As I get up I realize my abs are gone, and notice a giant belly. I start getting nervous. I strip out of my clothes, cry. WHERE ARE MY ABS?! I cant fight crime with this belly.
I lost my powers. I start to smell some type of gas, a gas that turns me into just a dumb bimbo. Eventually I just want to stay a dumb horny bimbo forever. My ass, tits and belly are too fat to fight crime. My brain eventually is filled with nothing but dumb bimbo thoughts
