Nancy smoothed the third layer of brightly-colored Spanx over her slack flesh and atrophied muscles. She felt powerful in her costume and a gormless smile spread over her nerveless face.

“I felsh powershful, Sharles,” she slurred.

Chuck nodded absently as he gathered his breasts and pushed them into his armored chestplate.

“I might need a hand, Nancy,” he said, pressing his left breast in only for the right to pop out again. “I feel like a can of raw biscuits.”

Nancy settled the domino mask over her eyes and nodded. She advanced on him, claws gleaming.

“Dick is here,” Dick yelled, jumping in the room. His yellow and black uniform reeked of aftershave and stressed letter.

Nancy looked up, hands deep in Chuck’s cleavage and gave him a smeared grin.

Dick quickly turned around. “Oh, God,” he groaned, “I really didn’t need to see that.”

“See what?” Dianne asked, toddling into the room, “What did I miss?” She was stripped to the waist and her pendulous breasts swayed ponderously. Dick turned a gag into an embarrassed cough.

“To arms!” Steny screamed as he slid in to the locker room on sock feet. He was only dressed in a red speedo and an American flag tank top. He insisted he wore so little in order to remain agile.

Dianne cheered as she struggled to get into the rest of her skin-tight black bodysuit and Dick watched in fascinated horror.

“Call an intern,” Nancy said, her arm down Chuck’s chestplate, “I think I’m stuck.”

Dick sighed, grabbed her by the waist and pulled. Her arm came out with a slithering pop and they both staggered back.

“Is everyone ready?” Steny asked.

“Hold on,” Dianne said.

“We need to get you there,” Steny said, a whine creeping into his voice.

Dianne admired herself in the long wall mirror, all in the black spandex, bulging all over like a rotting sausage.

“We gotta go,” Steny said.

Dianne wedged her helmet onto her melon head and yelled “Fuck fibromyalgia!”

“Trumsh dothint sthand a shance!” Nancy announced.

They all gathered in the center of the room and thrust their fists in the air.

They shouted as one: “Democratic Superfriends… GO!”