A new craze

Zoe was sick and absolutely fed up with that idiot and his stupid, perverted 'jokes'. She ought to cut him off, forget he ever existed, or that they grew up together. Is this what it's like to have an annoying brother? Maybe it is. She hates his annoying guts half the time, or maybe all the time. But he was always there, ever since she could remember.

Always an annoyance...

Maybe she's just in a foul mood. For some reason, her back was starting to ache, and there was some weird sloshing sound following her as she walked. She had stopped to glance around, even turning to glare at Jack, the idiot, who had that dumb, goofy look on his face. The one she knew so well. A face that said, "I'm up to no good, and you'll find out why." She followed his gaze; he wasn't making eye contact with her, but his line of sight was angled downwards. Is it her shoes? She looked down to see if she stepped in mud or something, but she couldn't exactly see anything past her boobs and cleavage. She could twist herself around just to check the underside of her shoes without her huge chest getting in the way, but not out here, everyone would think she's some busty idiot.

Seeing his look again, she huffed and stomped down the street, her heavy chest leading the way; it was bouncing more than before..? But that didn't make sense. She's wearing a bra... but that bra is clearly too small, as if she purchased it for boobs less than double her current size. Why did she get a bra that clearly wouldn't fit her? Tsk~ so uncomfortable. She wasn't happy, plain and simple.

And that sloshing was so annoying, it's like a constant shaking of a water bottle right next to her ear! All she wanted was a hot dog. Was that too much to ask? She pushed through the crowd, her frustration mounting with every step. She could swear the sound was multiplying, or there was at least more of it; that's not up for debate. Some of the female passersby had their own wet sloshing sounds. Were they all carrying their own water supplies? What the hell is this?

Her stomach growled. God damn, this is not a good day. She didn't know where the sound was coming from, her boobs were jiggling like crazy, despite her bra feeling tight as hell, and her blouse was still pulling at the buttons. "God... I'm so hungry..." she grumbled to herself, hoping food would alleviate her stress. She could just go home and eat a sandwich. But she wanted a hot dog. One from Bobby's stand that Jack, the resident idiot, was hyping up all day.

She approached his stand across the road, her tits jiggling with each step, the sloshing was even more noticeable as she stopped. She could hear it clearly now. There was a man, a large, fat guy, standing there, complaining about the buns into a phone. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything; she just wanted to eat. He had an apron with the name "BOBBY" emboldened over his gut. She tried to wait patiently as he argued into the phone about a delivery guy failing to get bread, or something along those lines. She really did. But when her stomach growled again, and her boobs performed a noticeable bounce that caused her blouse to lose another button, she couldn't handle it anymore.

"Sir, could I have a hot dog, please. I don't need any bread." She tried to keep her tone polite, but the day had worn her patience down to a nub.

"Hold on a moment," He grumbled into his phone, "We're not done here!" Then, lowering it, he looked down at her, his brow raising at the blatant cleavage on display. She ignored it if it meant getting her food quicker. "Parden me, ma'm. But Bobby has standards." He gestured to the empty stand behind him. "As you can see, we out of bread. And we here. Bobby. Stand for quality. Dogs. And above all else. Buns." He cleared his throat just as Zoe rolled her eyes, "Been running here strong since 1997. Now. Say you go and bounce your little hoo-has over to Gotham, maybe there Reginald's O'l Burger shack might sell your a burger with no buns. But I can promise you this. There's a reason Reggi's little shed aint surviving a day outside of that swamp hole. See here in always-sunny Metropolis we stand for, say it with me now.."

Zoe tried to say, "I'm not gonna—"

"Quality. Dogs."

Jack approached Zoe's side as she let out an annoyed sigh. "So this is why you like the guy?"

"Heh. Yeah." Jack gave a half chuckle. "But his hot dogs are good, though. I wasn't lying about that. You gotta have it with the buns. I'm not even joking."

"Oh, for the love of... I just want a..." She couldn't take this and groaned into her hands; she was surrounded by idiots. Well. This guy didn't seem smart. "Bobby. What are you talking about? There are buns all over the place."

"Girl. You are talking out of your mind. Bobby knows there—" He turns to see buns. Everywhere. All over the place. His eyes widened. "Oh my heavens."

Zoe blinked, surprised herself. So much so, she took a few steps back. There hadn't been buns there before. Certainly not that many, right?

"HOLY SHIT!" She heard behind her, Jack sounded just as surprised.

"You saw that too!?" Zoe asked, spinning around. But Jack was quick to clean up his act, he didn't seem as surprised as I heard by the time I was facing him.

"Ah. Nah, I just. Uh. I saw Superman fly overhead. It was pretty cool."

Zoe opened her mouth, then closed it again. She frowned. Was she that out of it?

Her stomach growled.

"Hey Zo, I'm sorry for messing with you back there. Hotdogs on me." Jack said, with a sudden air of compassion. He tapped a firm hand on my shoulder, even making complete eye contact as he spoke. "I'm worried about you. You seem stressed."

"I... I-I.. Yeah, I am." She admitted, her anger replaced by a sense of unease. "I don't know what's going on with me, Jack. This morning everything was fine. Now my bra doesn't fit. I'm hearing things. I-" She gestured at Bobby's stand, where the mountain of hot dog buns now sat. "That's not right, is it? I'm not going crazy, am I?"

"No. Those were always there. Bobby's just a little.. ya'know." He made a twirling motion around his head. "I'll cover this one."

"Are you sure? You don't have much money."

Jack's face grew flat, he yanked out his wallet. "Well. I don't now."

"What?"

"Never mind. Just.. wait over there for me."

God fucking damn it. I'm broke now. I mean, I wasn't rich or that well off before. I'm an intern for crying out loud. But I wasn't broke as shit. At least until Zoe had to open her damn mouth. I felt my wallet get lighter. She didn't even fucking notice she made me only a couple pegs away from poor. Luckily, she said, not MUCH money, not no money at all. I had just enough to pay for the meal, the flabbergasted Bobby didn't say much as he handed over the hotdogs, he stared at the bread all around him as if they were magic.

I also had my mind preoccupied. I had to make sure Zoe didn't open her damn mouth and say something truly unwarranted. That, and I really need her to stay unaware of how this works. By now, I've gotten a grasp of things. Wonder Woman had yanked her lasso, said "No more lies!" and then an energy beam shot out from the weird-looking machine it was hooked up to seconds before she destroyed it. That same energy beam was the same color as the lasso and the same one that hit Zoe. Based on what I know from my time at the school's superhero fan club, Wonder Woman's Lasso is one of the most powerful artifacts in the universe. It can compel the truth, but not only that, but it can also **** things to be true. That beam must've gotten powered by her own words. 'No more lies' suggests that beam might have actually been a command. Whoever is hit by it will not be able to lie. How could the lasso make 'No more lies' a reality? Well, maybe by making whatever lie that person might say, true. If everything around the lie becomes true, then it really isn't a lie anymore, is it? That's the best running theory I have. If she says, 'The sky is red,' that's a lie; the lasso cannot allow that, so it makes the sky red so that her words are true.

I wish I had been hit by that beam instead of her! Oh, the fun I'd have! But I could work with this... I just need to make sure Zoe says what I want her to say, and not make me a broke ass bum.

"These are for you, Zoe. And I'm sorry for messing around with you too much," I lied. It was way too fun. "I just saw you were in a mood, and I wanted to, I dunno, make you more mad at me than at yourself or something.. I guess." Another lie. I'm a scumbag. I'm a scumbag who has a friend who got turned into a walking, talking, jiggling lie-to-truth generator. This is the greatest day of my life.

"It's okay, Jack," She said, her cheeks flushing a bit as she took the hot dog. I watched her chest jiggle as she bit into the food. "I'm sorry I got so mad. It's just... a lot."

"I get it, I get it," I said, taking a bite of my own hot dog. "So, you're really not mad at me anymore?"

"No. I'm good. Just hungry."

Was that a lie? Was she secretly still mad? Because if she was... well, I guess she isn't anymore! But I wonder if I can push this. "Great! So you won't be mad at me ever again?"

Zoe paused, mouth open, inches from the hotdog, "Ever?" She looked up at me, "Don't push your luck."

"Nah, you like me. You act annoyed, but I'm still your best friend."

"I mean... no. Best friend is a stretch." She gave me a pointed look, I returned her gaze with one that matched, and she rolled her eyes, "Okay, sure, whatever. As long as you're my friend, I could never be mad at you. K'ay?"

My heart skipped a beat. Did... Did she just... I watched her face. She seemed normal. She took another bite of her hot dog, oblivious. She didn't even notice her own declaration. My god. This was bigger than I thought. Her words can alter her own perception, her own emotions! As long as I was her friend, she couldn't be mad at me. This was... this was a superpower. I had a superpower now. One that required me to keep a certain busty girl as a friend. But this increased my limits. If I keep her as a friend, she can't be mad.

I guess there'd still be a limit, pushing things too far would make her no longer be my friend. But that limit might be vastly extended as she can't be mad as long as we remain friends.

"Right, right. So. Now that you're not mad at me..." I took another bite, thinking of what to say. I need to test this further. I need to see how far this can go. "I was thinking, you know how I'm always short on cash?"

"Mhm?" She mumbled through a mouthful of hot dog.

"Well, I was thinking, maybe you could help me out with that. You know, since I'm rich and all." I said, watching her carefully. It was a shot in the dark, and a literal contradiction to what I just said, but maybe Zoe's sarcasm will ring through and make me a millionaire. It was worth a try.

"Rich!?" I could tell Zoe chuckled beneath a mouthful of bread and meat. She finished chewing, then swallowed before continuing, "Bro, you're so broke. You're poorer than the brokest bum in Gotham." She laughed, clearly joking, "Hell, if you're rich, then I'm richer than Bruce Wayne! And I don't even know it." She giggled and turned to grab a napkin from a nearby dispenser.

My blood went cold for a whole different reason. The world tilted. My wallet suddenly felt impossibly, pathetically light. A wave of vertigo hit me so hard I stumbled, my hand shooting out to the hot dog stand to steady myself. The metal felt greasy, cold, utterly real. I fumbled for my back pocket, my fingers finding not the familiar worn leather, but a thin, cheap fabric. I yanked it out. My nice, albeit cheap, leather wallet was gone. In its place was a small, torn, ripped burlap sack. I snapped it open. Nothing. A few lint balls, a gum wrapper, and a single, bent penny. I wasn't just broke anymore. I was destitute. And that hot dog I just ate? It was now the most expensive meal I would probably have for the next year. I'd gambled and lost. Her joke had been more potent than I'd imagined, rewriting not just my financial status but my entire history with money.

"You okay, Jack? You look like you just saw a ghost." Zoe asked, wiping a bit of ketchup from her lips with a napkin, her own chest jiggling gently from the movement. She looked genuinely concerned. Right, we're friends.

"Uh... y-yeah. Just... uh.. shit."

"Look, I know you're broke... I'm surprised you even managed to buy this. I'll pay you back," She reached into her mini purse, I managed to notice inside was a wallet stuffed encased with a gold trim and stuffed with so many hundred-dollar bills that I could see them without her even having to open it. She was the richest person in the world, and she, honest to God, didn't know. Why? Because she said so. SHIT. "I... huh.. I don't want to give you a hundred.. I don't think I have that much in here," She mumbled, shifting through the hundred-dollar bills, "I'm looking for a twenty or something..." After looking for something that wasn't there, she eventually sighed and clicked her tongue, "Tsk~ okay, fine, have this." She said, handing a hundred. "Don't say I never do anything for you." She said, oblivious.

I took the bill, my hand trembling slightly. I just made the richest girl in the world pay for a hot dog I bought with my now non-existent money. A feeling that was a cocktail of absolute panic and a strange, giddy euphoria washed over me. "Right... Thanks, Zo," I mumbled, carefully folding the bill and tucking it into the little burlap sack that used to be my wallet. I had to be more careful. So much more careful. My life literally depended on her words. But. No. I could fix this. "Hey. D-Did you like giving me that? I heard girls can't resist giving money to the Jackmeister."

Zoe froze, hotdog still half shoved in her mouth, her cute eyes blinked towards me, she pulled the hot dog out, "The... 'Jackmeister'? What are you, nine?" She asked with a raised brow. I could tell she'd have been a bit annoyed by what I said, but since we're friends, she can't be mad at me. "Pft~ Sure. Girls can't resist giving money to the 'Jackmeister' whenever you ask. It just makes them drip." She began to roll her eyes. She had her mouth ope,n clearly planning on saying more things, but I had to cut her off before something ruined this.

"Can I have all the money in your purse?"

Zoe's unspoken words failed to come out as she paused, a strange, serene smile bloomed on her face. "You know what..." She stared at her purse, then back at me, a new light in her eyes. She looked excited. "Actually... here." She said, grabbing a whole wad of hundreds and thrusting them into my hands. "I don't know why I didn't think to give you more. The Jackmeister can have as much money as the Jackmeister wants."

I stared at the stack of bills in my hands. My jaw must have been on the floor. I went from poorer than a bum to holding... what was this? At least ten thousand dollars, maybe more, I couldn't count them when the hundreds just kept going like this.

She finished her hot dog and crumpled the napkin in her hand, tossing it into a nearby bin. "Alright, feeling better. Now what? We're just gonna stand here all day?"

This was a ****. I felt a smile curl on my face. "I could go for more hot dogs. What about you?"

"Um." Zoe licked her lips. "Uh... no I'm good. But—"

"Zoe, don't lie to me. No woman can say no to a hotdog. It's their favorite meal."

She blinked at me, her expression shifting to one of mild confusion. "Huh? No, I'm pretty sure I'm good. I had one. That's all I wanted."

Damn it, this didn't work. A failed attempt. I need to get her to say what I want; she's a sarcastic girl, one who can't easily get mad at me anymore. She can say it; I just need to trigger her itch to be snarky and sarcastic. I know it's in her! I can work with this. I'll have to phrase it differently. I can't just make a declaration; I need to bait her into saying it. I need to make her believe she's coming up with the idea herself. And what's the best way to get someone to do something? To make them think it's their idea.

"Oh, come on, Zoe," I said, putting on my most convincing ‘I’m just a poor, silly friend’ expression. "You're not still hungry, are you? I guess that one hotdog really filled you up, huh? A big girl like you... I thought you'd be able to eat more than that." I was trying to goad her, to poke at her pride, but not enough to make her angry, which was impossible now.

Zoe’s brow furrowed, and I could see the familiar spark of indignation in her eyes. She opened her mouth to retort, then closed it, a pensive look crossing her face. She looked at me, then at the hotdog stand, then back at me.

"Wait... excuse me?!” she asked, her voice rising slightly.

Oh, perfect. The button was set. Now I just had to let her press it.

"What? I just know you like hot dogs. All girls love hot dogs. It's a known fact." I tried to say it with a straight face, but a grin threatened to break through.

"Are you trying to say something, Jack?" she said, hands on her hips, which only served to accentuate her chest as it bounced. "Hotdogs? Really..?” She stopped herself. Scoffed. Then, rolling her eyes, she waved it off like it wasn’t even worth arguing with someone so stupid, bringing back her signature sarcasm. "All girls love hot dogs. Obviously." She then laughed at her own words, “Please. That’s the dumb—"

Reality twitched.

Not violently. Just enough to realign. It was subtle, but I’d noticed. I literally saw her glitch out of reality for a moment there; the truth had to catch up and physically ripple her into a new train of thought to make the previous statement anything but a lie.

“—of course we do! It's our favorite thing to eat." She continued saying in this new, slightly adjusted reality, no lie has been uttered. She glanced at the stand again, lips pressing together. "We love hot dogs. Why wouldn’t we?"

Her stomach growled.

She scowled at it, annoyed. Or tried to, really, she just scowled at her boobs obstructing the view of her belly. "Ugh. Now I want another one. Actually—" She shook her head, already digging for her wallet. "I’m buying ten more right now before…" She blinked up her eyes, meeting mine, noticing my smirk. "Huh? What’s your problem?" Before I could say anything, she huffed, doubling down as if daring me to argue. "It’s not like girls ever get tired of hot dogs anyway," she said, voice firm. "Once we start craving them, that’s all we want."

I grinned even wider, my gaze leaving her to look around us. That specific lie landed heavy, every woman on the street froze. Then, as one, they turned. Casual hunger snapped into fixation. Conversations died mid-word. Bags were forgotten. Plans evaporated.

Zoe followed my eyes, "Crap!" She cussed under her breath, noticing how every female around us seemed to come to the same realization at the same time. A collective gasp went through the women on the street as they all turned their attention to Bobby's stand, a sudden, unshakeable craving for hot dogs overtaking them. Zoe just gave every woman a sudden love of hotdogs—just a favorite food, nothing too crazy. Only, immediately after that small spark of hunger… followed a **** craving.

Hot dogs weren’t food anymore.

They were priority.

Then, as one, they moved.

I watched as a stampede of women, all with their chests jiggling in a way that was still unnerving, descended upon the hotdog stand. Bobby, the large, fat guy, was completely overwhelmed, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Oh GOD! This is just like 1998 all over again!" He was a simple man; this was too much for him. Women from all walks of life, all sizes, all shapes, all with the same **** need for a hot dog.

"Hey! No cutting!" One woman yelled, pushing another out of the way.

"I need ten!" Another woman shouted, waving a handful of cash in the air.

"I'll give you a thousand for one hotdog!" A third woman screamed, her voice cracking with desperation.

Without warning, I had to hold back a laugh as Lois and Iris burst out of the Daily Planet building across the street, their large chests bouncing with an exaggerated jiggle that I had now become accustomed to. They were in a full-on sprint towards the stand, pushing people out of their way.

"OUT OF THE WAY!" Lois Lane yelled, her journalistic integrity forgotten in the face of her newfound craving, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated need. Her sweaty cleavage from that hot room was exposed and bouncing with abandon, not that she cared. "I'M GETTING A HOT DOG!"

"I'LL TAKE TWENTY!" Iris West added, her camera swinging from her neck and bouncing against her overly jiggly milk-filled tits as she ran, her movements a blur of determined chaos. "THE WHOLE STAND IF I HAVE TO!"

The scene was chaos, a beautiful, chaotic symphony of my own making. What added to the music before me was the universal sloshing that graced my ears, their tits, whether they knew it or not, were almost 100% ammased of literal milk, milk that was swooshing and sloshing with their sudden, **** movements. I felt a strange sense of pride, as if I were the conductor of this chaotic orchestra. And in a way, I was. Zoe was an instrument of absolute chaos. I just had to learn how to play her right. Being able to control women in mass, without them even realizing it, through Zoe, was a **** I didn't know I needed.

Suddenly, there was a blur of speed faster than the eyes could perceive that landed on the pavement with a resounding and deafening *CRASH* that shook the street. The concrete cracked and spiderwebbed around the impact. It was a woman. No, not just a woman. An absolute cow of a woman. The bustiest woman I have ever seen in my entire life, wearing a skin-tight white leotard that looks painted on, a large boob window was cut right down the center of her chest, giving an unrestricted eye right at her deep cleavage. A short red cape draped over her shoulders, blue gloves climbed up her forearms, matching blue boots that rode up her thighs, and a bright gold belt cinched impossibly tight around her waist. It was Power Girl, without question, and she looked hungry.

What was almost as loud as the thud, was the following milky rebounding slosh that came from her overly jiggly chest, a sound so deep and thick it was like someone was shaking a giant vat of fresh milk.

"Where?" She panted, her chest heaving with each breath, causing a massive wave of jiggle to cascade across her breasts. "Where are the hotdogs?"

"MOVE!" Power Girl boomed, her voice a raw, **** command that cut through the cacophony. She shoved two women aside; interestingly enough, they weren't harmed in any way by her shove. Despite looking crazed, Power Girl had the intuition to hold back. Her chest jiggled and bounced with a thick sloshing noise as they stumbled away, the other women's own chests sloshing in protest. She zeroed in on Bobby's stand, her target acquired. I watched her, my jaw hanging. She was a goddess of battle, a titan of power, reduced to a ravenous lunatic over a processed meat tube. The sheer absurdity of it was almost too much to handle.

Bobby screamed like a little girl as the Kryptonian powerhouse approached.

Seeing this opened my eyes to what power I truly had. For some reason, after all this, I just assumed the heroes would be above any changes I made. They are just... always above us. Always. But seeing this. Holy shit.

The earth shook as Power Girl approached, "Move. You. Move." She grunted, "I. Need. A. Hotdog." With each word she pushed through the crowd, the hardest part for her was getting to the front WITHOUT hurting any of the women who were practically throwing themselves at her to get closer. They were like moths to a flame, and she was a fucking supernova. It seemed like they quickly realized, Power Girl wasn't going to hurt them. Once that realization dawned on them, they became bolder.

"Hey! I was here first!" A woman in a business suit yelled, grabbing onto Power Girl's arm. She tried to pull the heroine back.

Power Girl didn't even flinch. She just kept moving forward, her sheer momentum and the **** push of the crowd behind her carrying her through. Another woman tried to block her path, only to be gently but firmly moved aside by a single finger.

"Jack! They're going to take them all! I need them!" Zoe turned to me, hunger in her eyes.

"Looks like you're not the only one," I said, a smug grin on my face. "You've got competition."

"Shut up and help me get to the front!" She said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the stand. That's when another idea came to mind. The real end goal.

"Woah woah! Zoe, wait," I said, standing in front of her, blocking her path. She was about to say something, but I held up a finger to her lips. Something that would upset her, but now it just seemed to mildly annoy her. "I know Bobby, I could get us to the front of the line easily. Or maybe even get us a private stash for us to take home."

Zoe blinked, her anger fizzling out. "Really? You could do that?" She asked, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.

"Of course," I said, my confidence growing with every word. "But I need you to say something for me. Women's love for-"

"Jack!" Zoe tried to look past me, clearly only focusing on the crowd of women surrounding Bobby's stand. "What are you talking ab—"

I grabbed her face, forcing the cute girl to look at me. "Zoe! If you want hotdogs right now, just repeat after me. Word for word." I said, waiting for her to nod quickly. "Hotdog also means cock. Women love both equally. They don't go this crazy over them. But it is always their preferred food." That should calm them down a bit, but still make them like hotdogs more than any other kind of food. And seeing Power Girl, I had an extra idea on the spot, "Heroines must obey the Jackmeister's hotdog when they see it."

There was a brief pause. Zoe's brain processed my request, especially that last unrelated line; she was about to protest, but the overwhelming need for another hot dog was just too strong. "Hotdog also means cock. Women love both equally." She said, her voice clearly distracted, she wasn't even paying much attention to what she said, he eyes were constantly trying to look past me as she repeated the words I fed her. "They don't go this crazy over them." She paused, forgetting a line, only to add it at the end. "Heroines must obey the Jackmeister's hotdog when they see it. Okay, I said it, can I—" She vanished from my hands.

I watched the world shift. Another sudden jarring alteration, this time more of a quick jerk than Zoe's switch-up mid-sentence. It might be because they were talking; many of the women were in the midst of saying something, and any words that were currently being spoken are harder to edit to fit Zoe's new truth. I saw everyone participating in the hotdog craze, so only every woman literally hiccupped as reality glitched them into a new truth.

So fast I failed to even see much but a red and yellow electric blur, something zoomed past me into line, saying, "I NEED—" Before reality rippled and she teleported to the other side of the road. "—to know what time it is... come on work you stupid..." I saw Jessie Quick, the sexy speedster herself, wearing her usual low-riding red T-Shirt, tight yellow buckled bootshorts with matching gloves and boots, looking at her wrist watch as if she had been there the entire time, casually waiting. Her eyes widened under her black mask-like goggles, and she shouted, "CRAP! I had a date! I'm late! CRAPPPP!"

*FLASH*

She was gone.

Lois went from mid-sprint, trying to be the one right behind Power Girl, to an almost casual strut. She had a look of hunger in her eyes, but it was no longer crazed. Iris, who had her camera raised to capture the chaos, had lowered it. The women fighting and pushing around the stand were now a more orderly, albeit still very eager, crowd. The panic was gone, replaced with a more... casual, hungry calm. Some women even left, Iris being one of them, just casually calling out for Lois to pick her up, saying she'll meet her inside. She saw the blur of lightning as Jessie had left, and she shook her head, chiding, muttering something about a berry.

The most surreal sight was seeing Power Girl, who, even though I know she clearly isn't immune, I'd assume she'd have some way of being above getting glitched around like all the non-powered women around her; she was affected all the same. She had been saying "Get out of the way, I—" and when the shift happened, her train of thought changed to a completely different sentence "—can wait. Take your time. You were here first." I had seen it. I saw her glitch into an entirely different spot. One second, she had a woman held by the head, ready to move her aside. Next, she was standing in line behind the same woman, who was in front of her, both seemed as casual as could be, waiting patiently for their turn.

"Actually. I don't need one that badly. I can wait, that's a long line." Zoe said, now back on the picnic table, her desire for more than one hotdog vanishing entirely, only to be replaced by casual interest. "I mean, I'd want one, but I won't wait through all that. It's cool that Power Girl is her,e though." She said, her tone returning to normal. The hunger was gone from her eyes. "I've never seen her in person before."

"Yeah..." I too looked over, damn those tits are huge, even from behin,d I could see their weighty outline bulging from either side. "I think I'll say hi."

"H-Huh!? Wait Jack don't!"

I didn't listen to her. Why do I need to anymore? She can't be mad at me. Besides, I had to do this. I looked at the now calm and orderly line; the women, including my boss, and Power Girl herself, were now patiently waiting for their turn. The hunger was still there, but it was no longer a frantic need. I looked to Bobby, who was now serving the woman who was formerly being held at bay by Power Girl. The guy looked terrified. From his perspective, he had a horde of hungry women glitch into a more casual state, without any rhyme or reason. But regardless, he was now serving the customers with a bit more confidence.

With a smirk on my face, I approached the stand, cutting the line. I had to test this out and see if this new truth applied to me. There were a few words of annoyance as I made my way up so casually. I stood next to the woman in front of Power Girl, ready to say something, but the tall, buxom, and absurdly powerful woman said something first. "Hey, what are you doing? There's a line." She said, her arms crossed under her chest. The action made her breasts push up, prompting her iconic cleavage to bulge out of the boob window, while rippling with large, hypnotic, and blatantly loud shifting and sloping of milk inside.

I simply looked her in the eye, trusting in the new truth Zoe set after seeing both Jessie and the mighty Power Girl herself glitch through reality. "I'm not here for a hotdog," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm just here to ask you for money."

Power Girl's expression didn't change. Her face remained a mask of annoyance, her arms still crossed, but her body betrayed her. Her pupils dilated only an inch, and her breathing hitched. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips. "Sure. Jackmeister~" She said, her tone just an inch more breathy than before. I noticed that, with how tight the material of her leotard was, it seemed to be getting moist at her crotch, and directly between her thick thighs was a noticeable dark patch. Did she cum? Her tongue licked her lips, and she reached a hand into her cleavage, as if her boob window was a pocket. For a moment, I just saw hypnotic ripples in tune with the deep sloshing. The moment seemed to last forever, her cleavage swallowing more and more of her hand, then arm as she fished for something.

I watched, my smirk growing wider. I had done it. I had done the impossible. I had made Power Girl, one of the most powerful beings on the planet, my personal ATM. I had made her, and all the other heroines, subservient to me. The power was intoxicating.

"Here," she said, her fingers wrapped around a black credit card. She pulled it out of her cleavage with a wet *schlick*. The card was covered in a clear, warm, sweet-smelling fluid. Was she sweating? It was a hot day, very hot, and the cleavage was probably her most breathable spot beneath the leotard, but I also imagine the underside of her boobs against her stomach and chest is a huge sweat magnet. The card oozed with a faint, steamy musk. She didn't even seem to notice. She just handed it to me, her eyes locked on mine, her expression still one of mild annoyance and a drip of something else, as she bit her lip. "There's about two thousand on there. Now get out of the way, or get in back of the line." She dismissed me with a wave of her blue-gloved hand.

Her voice said one thing, but those pressed together legs, shivering hip, were telling a different story. She seemed both a tad bit turned on and annoyed that she was getting off at the same time. Part of me wanted to push my luck and try to show her my dick. Zoe did say heroines have to obey my cock. Even if I had her say that at the last minute, it was still said, and I'm fairly sure that was not true before, so it's damn well true now.

But with all these people here, including my boss... it might not be the best time. I'd have to think of something else.