A Tale of Three Mental Changes

Heroines That Save Lives Are Good Girls

It had been a whole day since Starlight had drunken cum.

Despite her newly assigned partner, the superhero had refused to return to his abode for more life saving protein. There had been yelling, both between her to Drake and her to Maxima. A court marshal was threatened before Helen had come in to ease tensions.

She wondered if she even still had a place on the base. Maxima had sent a company-wide order to say no one but Drake was allowed to feed her sperm, even locking her from the food vendors. It felt like a witch hunt, but Starlight knew Maxima was doing this for her own good. Her powers were only getting weaker without a proper source of semen, and even if the grunts were allowed to jizz in her mouth their sauce could only power her so far.

Which meant–unless Starlight wanted to be a battlefield liability–she knew where she had to be.

The weird part was… she’d kind of forgotten what she was angry with Drake about. He’d said something deeply misogynistic that made her instantly know that they were not a good match for cum delivery. A line rooted in patriarchy that sent shivers down her spine to send Starlight running out the room.

But what was it that he said…?

“That’s my good girl.” Was the line she remembers him saying before she left… was that it?

Surely he’d talked about her butt, or was staring at her tits, but no. He’d called her a good girl, a pretty obvious and irrefutable fact since she was a heroine that did good. It was like saying she was wearing a cape.

It made the whole thing feel rather… embarrassing. Losing the source of your anger but still feeling those emotions. Like Drake was calling her irrational just by existing.

He irritated her in ways she just couldn’t pin down. Even now, she knocked on his door and was bothered by the fact it wasn’t locked. Gently opening from the light taps of her knuckles to reveal the sordid scene inside.

“F-fuck yeah, Juliet…” hissed that annoying voice. His pleasured moans just knives on Starlight’s irritated brow. He was just a cum tank, he shouldn’t be moaning from the tight throat he cock was trapped in, the unprofessional swine… “You’re s-such a good g-girl.”

She knew he hadn’t seen her, but Starlight felt like he pointed that at her.

“There you go spouting obvious facts again,” She huffed, closing the door behind her pointedly. Drake gave her a look she instantly disliked, ignoring him and the head of her friend that bounced in his lap to walk over and sit on his desk chair. “You know why I’m here, let’s not make a big thing about it.”

“PLAH! Drake has a big thing for everyone!”

Of course Juliet doesn’t take a second to say hello, but does have time to make a big dick joke.

“Thanks, Jules. Get back to sucking.”

The rival blonde had no qualms with that plan, if anything Drake seemed the most offended, “Don’t be mean to my Juliet! She was a good girl today. Hunted a pack of walkers that had wandered in from the wastelands.” Suddenly he picked up speed, grabbing her pigtails and slamming Juliet’s face up and down on his huge rager before painting her gullet pure white in an explosive climax. The cheerleader gulping down the river of semen with eye fluttering gusto. “Haa… haa… W-were you a good girl today, Starlight?”

“...hard to be a good girl when…” She cut herself off, feeling like she was just feeding his ego to even talk to the fool. He knew she wasn’t allowed on the battlefield until she’d sucked him off, this was all just annoying taunting. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m always ready.”

All he had to do was turn and face her, yet he even made that seem scummy with his shit eating grin.

He’d already stopped caring about Juliet. The well stuffed blonde dribbling his jizz from her mouth and nose as she struggled to swallow his huge wad. Starlight could hear her pain, but her eyes were too drawn to that third leg of Drake’s.

Mutants weren’t an issue in her old world, and sometimes her mind still asked questions she thought she’d be over. Like ‘Why would Vought make his cock that huge and veiny?’. She felt a momentary pang of guilt from failing to understand other worldly biology after her reality had collapsed, though that feeling quickly evaporated after the fool asked her:

“Unless you’d rather ride it?”

The look she gave him would have made Homelander wet himself.

Blooming lights that shone too bright even at night began searing in intensity from the flaring powers of the blonde. It was the only thing to knock the shitty grin off his face. It almost made him lose his boner, but she’d landed her comparatively small hand on his huge dick and had begun to squeeze it.

“No, you fucking shit stain. I don’t want to ‘ride it’. I have a boyfriend, as does Juliet. I know there’s rumours of girls throwing sex out to cum providers like you, but get it through your jizz filled skull that we’re off the table. Got it?”

Her physical strength may have struggled to convey her threat as she squeezed his dick, but the lights around them that looked ready to sear his eyes off his face got the message across.

“Y-yes! All clear!” He squeaked as soon as his computer nearby started to spark, “A-are you going to lower the light show…?”

Annie considered it, but seeing him struggle to keep his eyes open while she pumped him changed her tune, “I’m just here for what’s in your dick. You’ll want to shut your eyes unless you want to be seeing spots for the next month.”

Drake grumbled, closing his eyes while laying back on his bed next to Juliet.

It was perfect for her. This let Starlight just focus on getting his cum without having to worry about him remembering the demeaning position she was in. Divorced from the slimy guy she–for some reason–instinctively distrusted, the cock was pretty great. Maybe it was Juliet’s juices that made the taste palatable, or that precum that felt like a smoothie in thickness, but Annie could enjoy herself now.

Meanwhile, Juliet had rolled over to look at Drake. Both straining to see through the blinding haze of white, but finding each other’s hands all the same. “Annie’s a good girl, isn’t she?”

“Well, yeah.”

“I hope you two start getting along soon,” Juliet yawned, staying put while the lights were too bright, “I wanted my blowjob buddies to be a fun team up, not a totes awkward family dinner.”

Not realising that the longer she activated her powers, the more the control for both her and Juliet seeped in through the cracks…

Only Good Girls Deserve Rewards Like Cum

“I don’t see what the problem is here.”

“Come on, Maxima. You do see it, you’re just being obtuse.” Helen sighed. She felt like she’d been in this meeting all day at this point. Stubborn Maxima was even worse to fight with than her husband. “

“They’re not agents, they’re not powered, we have limited jizz resources as it is. I refuse to acknowledge a new programme that lets these civilians become good girls.”

Sue sighed into her final sip of her fourth coffee. Readjusting her bikini for the umpteenth time as her nipple fell from the tiny fabric. She was mostly sitting back and hearing the arguments, knowing that they still needed three unanimous votes no matter how hard Helen fought. It was both a boon and a very frustrating part of their matriarchy. Though there was something at the corner of the Invisible Woman’s mind that she couldn’t help but notice whenever Mrs. Incredible fought this hard.

“Helen, is there any other reason you’re so determined to make sure we open this programme up?”

Her eyes went wide, then accepting with a relenting exhale, “Hehe. You could always look right through me… yeah, Suzie. I’m just trying to think about my future if I don’t want to be a Superhero anymore.”

Maxima and Sue shot each other concerned glances, not super surprised but not happy either. “Where’s this coming from?”

“A lot of thoughts. It wouldn’t be forever but a gal can only drink so much semen without thinking about the life that could be made from it. Vi, Dash, Jak, they’re already adults… and thanks to some of the tech we’ve picked up, I don’t have to worry about my body clock so much…”

“Another brat? You’re giving it all up to do the diapers shuffle again?”

“Oh, I won’t be giving it up. This isn’t just about me girls.” said Helen, looking a little pensive about her own thoughts, “I’m just always wary about having the opportunity to live a real life. My world turned their backs on heroes, which left a lot of good girls fearful of depowering without regular access to meta semen.” She frowned, squishing her own hands together until they were a ball of stress, “I used to have so much fun in my community, taking Frozone in one hand, Gazerbeam in another, getting the power to fight a thousand goons after they came in my mouth. Then it was all gone. One day I’m a good girl, the next I wasn’t legally allowed to drink my Bob’s… but, well, we were married! Ya know?”

Sue took her friend’s ball hand in her own, stroking it until it started unstretching into a proper set of fingers again, “It’s alright. We get it, Helen. I’ve had times when Reed and I… bent the rules a little. You’re just looking out for yourself and others.”

“Thanks, and I know that Maxima is just trying to do the best for our last line of defence. I just don’t want to accidentally oppress any good girl who feels they need our help.”

Then the magic of guilt tripping truly kicked in.

The sound of Maxima ever so slightly adjusting her mind always came out in the same annoyed grunt.

“I’ll think about it.”

Unfortunately, this wonderfully wholesome conversation would be quickly forgotten and buried in their minds as a confusing haze thanks to Drake’s final change a few days later.

If you’re a Good Girl, you must compensate and please your Cum Provider’s deepest desires. Otherwise he may not see you as a Good Girl.

Drake had spent a few days cooking up this final order. All it took was to erase in everyone’s heads how you would define a ‘Good Girl’ for the new order to seep right in so easily. No longer was every heroine defaulted as a Good Girl by doing their job, now they had to be one in the eyes of their cum provider.

The balance of power instantly shifted through every relationship in the base. Just a day before a woman could practically waltz into any man’s quarters after a long day of fighting and get their white goopy rewards.

But today? A woman had to PROVE herself. She had to earn her right for cum in the eyes of those who would spurt it.

They wanted to be good girls, otherwise they wouldn’t get their life saving jism. But men weren’t allowed to just nut in their mouths anymore, there had to be some level of acknowledgement that they’d earned it in the minds of the men. It was a change that Drake knew would **** even the goodiest of two shoes to have to share their most perverted desires.

Now, someone as nice as Ojiro had to be completely honest with his designated Squirrel Girl partner. They’d been so civil, getting along because of their tails as she struggled to suck him off with buck teeth… until he had to confirm she was a good girl. Now things were a little tense between them. Considering his deepest desire was to lick her armpits while she sniffed his underwear, it’s not hard to see why.

Some kept things simple, while others went wild with the assignment. She-Ra’s full nelson from Brock Samson almost seemed tame to poor Power Girl’s toilet stall bukake. Storm had happily become a ‘bleached’ babe to her new owner, while Vixen was ‘greened’ by Beast Boy’s pecker. But of course, good girls were the only ones allowed to get cum.

This did mean that now non-powered women could sneak in their good girl points without anyone realising. Seducing the heroes by doing the desires that some were too prudish for.

Unfortunately, all this couldn’t have come on a worse day for Starlight.

“Alright Dipshit, listen up.” She said, bursting into his room with Juliet in tow, “There’s a girl out there who went on patrol and hasn’t reported into either of her checkpoints. I’m heading out there in a few hours, but the ball obsessed bitch in charge isn’t signing off on my mission until I’m fully charged. So drop trou now, I’m on the clock.”

Drake blinked at her, then at Juliet, giving a slight grimace as he petulantly shrugged. “I dunno.”

“...the fuck do you mean ‘you dunno’.”

“I mean, y-you know, you have to be… my good girl.”

Starlight started fearing her teeth with how much she was grinding them. Once more a flash of light surged around the trio.

“I’m a heroine, of course I’m good.”

Drake was freaking out, Juliet was worried, and Starlight had a growing headache. If it wasn’t for the fact she was making the room brighter, she may have been able to figure things out. Unfortunately, the angrier she got, the deeper the hypnosis was surging into her brain.

“Annie! Don’t hurt him!” said Juliet, grasping her shoulder supportively, “We can’t just suck him off if he doesn’t think we’re good!”

Conflicting emotions slammed into her, only fueling the power of the lights more.

New memories were being installed into both of the girls. Times when they had to do what a powered man wanted to be deemed their good girl. The strip shows that Annie did for The Deep, the stripper poles Juliet danced on for that cute boy with laser vision in her class, fingering herself for A-Train, sucking that pervy vampire’s toes, all as true as anything else in their lives to nurture them into who they are today.

“I-! FINE!” Annie finally relented as soon as her headache started to fade, “What’s your deepest desire I can perform to earn your cum quickly, dickhead?”

“Phew…” sighed Juliet before smiling at their scared nearly blind beaux, “Yeah, Drakey! What’s your deepest desire~?”

“...”

He’d had this all planned out, but the anger from Starlight was starting to get to him. Mostly because he really didn’t want his computer fried by her powers. Now looking around nervously, trying to figure out how best to say what he wanted, lest he just call them both good girls and continue only getting blowjobs from them.

The prevalent fear that something was going wrong with his perverted tech was pervasive. Surely there had just been a glitch that made Starlight's brain fail to update the newest order, right?

Going in for a penny, Drake puffed out his chest and said, “...all m-my life, I've only had one girlfriend. A blonde girl in my old school, who only pretended to be friendly to me like that to get ammo for her real boyfriend to prank me. I never realised, all the way up till she promised to take my virginity away... we got to her bedroom, her shitty boyfriend hiding in the closet ready to take photos of my weiner... well, until they saw it.” He took a moment to laugh while running fingers along his crotch, "There was a moment where I know she considered it. All the teasing and bullying, and that shitty jock couldn't measure up. He beat me up before she could try anything, and it'd take me years to get my confidence up again. But I wanted to live it out. That's my deepest desire. To have a blonde girl choose me over her boyfriend."

Then Starlight kissed him.

It was a passionate, deeply personal kiss. Wrapping one hand around his back while stroking his dick with the other. He wondered what it had been to sway her so totally, but her grimace when she dropped the kiss brought him out of those thoughts.

"Your shitty story is too long. I told you I don't have time for this."

"Annie! He bared his soul to us!" Juliet defended, taking him by the collar and performing a similar sexy smooch, "Pwah! I'm just glad being your good girl is something easy. I'd hate to have to finger another guy's butthole to get my cummy."

"Uh, when did you-?"

Juliet slapped him on the shoulder, "I don't kiss and talk, Drakey!"

"It's kiss and tell, Juliet." grumbled Starlight, taking her turn making out with Drake again, "You satisfied yet? Two blondes, choosing to kiss you instead of their boyfriends. Can you call us good girls and let us suck your cum out yet?"

"U-um..." He mumbled, unsure whether to let this first instance slide, or to test his luck even further...