Barbara finishes enjoying one of her darkest fantasies while Inara keeps herself entertained

Karen Starr had seen the phrase "no thoughts, head empty" on Stargirl's social media before but never once thought she'd exemplify it - not that Power Girl had the mental processing power to truly appreciate or have such a thought at the moment.

She'd been turned into a docile cow slut and the two men who drank from her enlarged, transformed tits had been turned into bull-cocked giants who were now pounding her from both ends in public. Had she been her old self, she'd been enraged, blowing holes clear through them with the **** of her furious heat vision.

Instead, Karen the Cow just pulled at her fat nipples clumsily as two thick cocks pounded artlessly into her mouth and pussy on a formerly busy street, the bell on her neck clanging away as she let out muffled moos. All that mattered was her pleasure and she was certainly getting a lot of it, as well as emptying her milkers. If she had even a fraction of an intellect, she might have done things like count the orgasms or try to maximize her pleasure but a cow didn't think. A cow just got used and milked. Instead of resisting, she encouraged it passively, rocking back and forth and pulling on her fat nips to leave a puddle of white milk on the road beneath where she was being happily spitroasted by strangers.

"Oh, no!" a horrified Jimmy Olsen yelped as he came across the scene and quickly surmised what had happened. "They must have used Pink Kryptonite! That means I can't risk summoning any other Kryptonians with my signal watch or they could be affected too!"

He tried to stop everyone taking videos but it was quickly no use.

"I've gotta save her, but how?" he wondered.

"Damn, did you see how big those dudes got just by sucking on her tits?" an awed frat boy looking guy asked his friend nearby as he held his phone up high. "Bro, do you think I could-"

"I wouldn't dude, those two might fuck you up!" his friend said with a shake of his head.

Jimmy had an idea.

"Wait, if the milk did that to them, then maybe it could make me big enough to stop them?" he muttered to himself as he put his camera down safely beneath a nearby maibox and approached the scene as slowly as he could. To his relief, neither of the minotaur-esque men seemed to care . . . right up until he got within a foot of them.

"MINE!" one of them bellowed, whipping a giant corded arm in a lazy circle at Jimmy. Thankfully, it missed as Jimmy yelped and stumbled out of the way onto his hands and knees, but it sent a streetlight flying.

Jimmy closed one eye, expecting to be pummeled into street pizza but lucky for him, the bull man quickly seemed to forget about Jimmy as soon as the redheaded photographer fell out of his line of sight. Hesitantly, he crawled over to the expanding puddle of milk and began to awkwardly try to cup it up and then gave up and tried even more awkwardly lapping it up like a cat. He felt his clothes get a little bit tighter but not nearly fast enough.

"This isn't working!" he muttered, then saw her bigger tits at eye level, sloshing back and forth from the pounding, Karen pulling at her own nips where the milk was issuing forth and gulped.

"Oh, God, I hope you're not gonna be too pissed at me for this, I swear I'm only doing it to help!" he whispered at Karen before sliding under her and starting to suck on the altered versions of her famous breasts.

He was worried she'd be mad, but it what was left of Karen seemed to feel quite the opposite, one hand reaching up to clutch Jimmy's hair so hard she nearly yanked it out as he sucked, letting out an even louder, muffled moo of pleasure around the thick cock in her mouth.

Jimmy let out a muffled bleat around the nipple and told himself to keep sucking, no matter what, until he was big enough to fight both these guys and save Power Girl!

And so that's exactly what he did. Even after his clothes started to rip, he kept sucking. Even as he felt his intellect began to cloud, he fought to remember why he was doing this. He had to keep sucking to . . . protect Power Girl. Fight the other two.

The thoughts got a big muddied as his brain became more animal than man, sucking so much milk from her fat tits that his stomach began to bloat until it too grew like everything else but he remembered to keep sucking. Even after he got so big his signal watch snapped off and all his clothes fell off of him in tatters, he kept sucking.

Cow his. Other bulls bad, had to hurt. Big tits his to suck. No one else's. Fight. Suck. Fuck. Fight!

Preoccupied by the pleasure they were taking, the two men didn't notice as Jimmy became nearly twice their size at their hooved feet, a total giant of a man, right until he slid out from underneath her with an enraged roar.

With one punch, he sent the one fucking her mouth flying into the sky and almost faster than the eye could see, tossed the other one miles in the opposite direction with a flick of his long pointed horns. Both of them slid out of her with audible pops and Power Girl . . . just blinked dully, then looked up at the transformed Jimmy from her hands and knees, meekly awaiting whatever he wanted. Her new longer tongue lolled and her wet blue eyes stared at his monstrous new member with a totally submissive desire.

"MINE!" the former Jimmy Olsen roared, picking her up under one arm by her waist and roaring his claim to the crowd, who quickly scattered in fear.

Satisfied that there were no more challengers, Jimmy the Bull flipped her back down on her back on the street, spread her legs and began to breed his cow - pounding into her with a dick so big it threatened to break her in two, his massive hands squeezing her fat milkers roughly as he did so. She loudly mooed her pleasure and assent as he did so, milk spraying into his giant, meaty palms.

All the while, Inara was laughing so hard she was practically in tears, the ifrit sitting on top of the mail box and making sure Jimmy's camera was getting a perfect view with full streaming video.

"Fuck, I LOVE this world!" she cackled. "Barbie, my dumb little buttslut, I hope you're having even half as much fun as I am right now!"

***

Barbara Gordon had thought that she'd hit her top limit of multiple orgasms in the past few days - first with Dick Grayson and then during her Inara induced interaction with Renee Montoya - but, as orgasm number (fuck, she'd lost count, she never lost count of anything, ten, twelve?) crashed into her like a wave and her fingers clawed at Superman's broad shoulders and muscular back, she realized that none of them would ever held a candle to this. They'd switched positions at least half a dozen times now, both without getting tired and nothing feeling anything but perfect.

Superman was finally fucking her and it was everything she'd every dreamed it could be and more.

"Barbara, oh, fuck, Barbara! I love making you cum, Barbara, you're so beautiful, so perfect, nggh!" he groaned, looking at her with his perfect, chiseled features in a mixture of love, lust and awe - all while continuing to thrust in and out of her welcoming pussy with all the power and speed of a locomotive. She distantly realized that her old body couldn't have taken this level of pounding but her new one was literally built for it. Built to fuck. She was Superman's hottest fantasy come to life now, just like he'd always been hers. None of that mattered, however, because she'd given into the fantasy and was just having the time of her life.

She matched his rhythm perfectly with her lifted hips, wrapping her long legs around his waist and crying out. She'd never been the sort for dirty talk but it all came flowing out naturally.

"Oh, God, yes! Superman! Feels so good when you fuck me! So right! You're perfect too!" she whimpered breathlessly. "We were made for each other! You can do anything to me, anything at all, just never stop fucking me!"

She saw his eyes go wide and then dark as he realized the truth of what she'd said and for a brief moment she wondered if she'd said something wrong.

Instead, with a whoosh of air and another superspeed movement of their limbs, there was another change in positions and she suddenly found herself riding him instead with him flat on the bed.

"I'm getting close now and I want to see you, Barbara - all of your beautiful, perfect, body - when you make me cum." he groaned as he reached up and began kneading her bigger tits firmly but tenderly with his big strong, hands, his piercing blue eyes drinking her in hungrily. She gasped and threw back her head, shaking her black and red hair over her shoulders and entire body quaking with pleasure as his huge cock felt even bigger inside of her hungry pussy at this angle.

God, this was *exactly* what she'd fantasized about - him being as strong as he was, she'd assumed this was likely his preferred position with mortal women with Lois-

A distant pang of guilt flashed into her mind and she paused instead of riding him like a bucking bronco.

"Superman, Lois-" she began guiltily.

"Isn't here right now." he said with an unburdened smile and a look that could melt steel even without heat vision. "And if I'm being honest, she's never held a candle to you, Barbara."

Those words, that look and another expert squeeze of her pleasantly throbbing tits was all it took to get the passion reignited. Barbara started using all her strength and athletic skill to ride him expertly.

"God! Mmm, I'm gonna make you feel so good, Superman! Gonna make you cum! You've earned it, God, you're so fucking good!" she half-gasped, half-growled as she started riding him at a pace that no normal woman could match - using every single trick, all the flexibility and muscle she'd earned over years of training to milk that giant perfect Supercock dry. She scratched her nails down that amazing barrel chest of his, pounded her hips down and looked him dead in the eyes as she gasped "Oh, Superman, you're all I ever wanted!"

"Barbara! Barbara, you're too good, you're going to make me- Oh, fuck, Barbara!" he screamed, starting at a low growl that quickly became a manly shout, a look on his face she'd only ever dreamed about before, made a sweet, perfect reality.

"I want you to do it, I want you to cum in me!" she moaned, riding him even harder, knowing that look on his face was all because of her. Knowing she was about to make the Man of Steel cum. That he was all fucking hers, that she was making him hers.

That they belonged together.

"Cum inside me, Superman, make me yours!"

"Barbara! Oh, fuck, please don't stop, I'm going to- Oh, God, BARBARA!"

As he finally climaxed and it triggered a matching powerful, simultaneous climax of her own. The two cried out in unison, screaming each other's names and the bed snapped beneath them from the sheer **** of their athletic coupling but neither of them fell, as they were literally and figuratively floating in air. She collapsed against him, utterly sated and fulfilled.

"I love you." was whispered but she couldn't tell if it was by her, him or both of them.

It was the stuff of romance novels - exactly what she'd dreamed of on lonely nights or when she spent time in his presence.

Perfection.

As she collapsed against his strong, sweaty form, she felt his manly arms wrap around her and kiss the top of her head gently and then felt nothing but bliss as she fell into a gentle slumber.