Barbara tries desperately to make the most of her one hour of internal awareness while Inara takes some crafty precautions

Barbara Gordon knelt in front of the opening door in a soaking wet, slutty French maid costume, licking her full lips and cupping her cantaloupe sized tits with a vapid grin on her transformed, heavily made-up face. Outwardly, she was a fetish object made flesh, a grinning bimbo eagerly waiting to present herself as a fucktoy to whomever was unlocking the door.

Inwardly, she was screaming with terror and rage.

She'd been outmaneuvered so easily by Inara that it was embarrassing, but she couldn't focus on the personal aspect of the humiliation, not now. She only had 57 minutes to try and communicate, however subtly and indirectly, to Lois Lane and Superman the true danger that they all faced. Her main challenge, of course, would be somehow getting past the restriction Inara had left in place for her - namely "make sure to act like the horniest, dumbest little bimbo alive when your other owners come home!" The redhead's razor sharp intellect raced as she tried to think of a workaround, praying that the brilliant reporter or Man of Steel could somehow pick up on little hints.

But, as she saw a cruel, disgusted sneer on Lois Lane's face as the door swung open, she briefly lost her train of thought.

The leggy brunette's traditional fashion sense seemed to have been changed to something darker. Her traditional purple pleated skirt had been replaced by a tight black leather mini with a golden zipper up the side that barely hit her at mid thigh, where a pair of matching black leather thigh high boots left a sexy pale contrast of milky thigh between black and black. Above the waist, she only wore long black silk gloves, a thin silk black blouse and a tight black blazer. The combo was just unbuttoned enough to make it clear that Lois had forgone a bra for her pale, perky tits.

Her lips, done in black lipstick, curled in disgust at Barbara's kneeling form as the reporter casually tossed her purse and keys onto a nearby nightstand.

"Hello, whore." she snorted disdainfully at the redhead presenting herself like a whore on her knees before her, then paused, looking at her more closely. "Why the fuck are your clothes wet?"

"Mistress said to make sure I was wet and ready when you came home!" Barbara replied almost automatically, finding herself still compelled to speak in a ridiculous French accent. She could have told the truth, she supposed, but then that would just add another penalty from Inara on top of her already near hopeless situation

Lois pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers and snorted . . . before casually backhanding Barbara across the face. This version of Lois definitely kept the superstrength of Maxima and it was a lucky thing that Barbara's own current overdone form had the same invulnerability. Unprepared for the sudden ****, she found herself sliding sideways onto the carpet. She slowly righted herself as Lois stalked across the living room, wondering how much her thoughtless wish had corrupted the formerly ethical reporter.

"Jesus Christ, you're such a dumb fucking cow." Lois hissed, her smoky voice clearly annoyed as she slid into a nearby chair. "Stop presenting those oversized udders of yours and fucking do something useful! Like taking these boots off and giving your Mistress a foot massage."

She lifted up her long legs and put them onto a nearby footstool. Barbara began to stand up to go to her when the reporter's violet eyes blazed with fury.

"Excuse YOU, bitch, did I give you permission to stand? Dumb fucking cows like you CRAWL until I say otherwise!"

Wincing, Barbara fell to her hands and knees and made her way to Lois's feet. This hour was definitely not on to a great start.

"Oui, Mistress!" she added as she began peeling off the skintight leather boots from Lois's long legs, working them down her thighs shapely calves and sliding them off slowly. She took the moment to try and think of a means of communicating subtly. Perhaps tapping Morse code on the insoles of her feet? Lois was raised in the Army, she'd likely recognize it-

Looking up, she momentarily lost her train of thought upon noticing that the formerly demure reporter wasn't wearing any panties beneath her tight black leather skirt and noticed a glistening wetness as she worked the boots off her legs. Just how much had Inara changed Lois and Superman with her wish? Would this Lois even care about Inara going on a rampage now? A part of Barbara shuddered, wondering just how much damage she'd already done and what even worse damage the ifrit was doing this very second with no restrictions in place to stop her from doing whatever her evil essence desired.

***
As tempted as Inara was to snap her fingers and remake the whole of reality into something that would make a 70's porno seem like the model of chasteness, normality and restraint, her time with Barbie and her knowledge of all her little superfriends made her realize that caution and subtlety would be the wiser play. Of course, that didn't mean that she still couldn't have a LITTLE fun causing some dangerous distractions for her greatest threats. Speaking of which, it was vital that the Lords of Order's little pet, AKA Dr. Fate, needed to be occupied while she started warping reality. Thankfully, the tools were already in place for sowing a little chaos.

"I can't believe that Power Girl was, y'know, doing THAT in public!" a blushing Stargirl said to Cyclone as the two teen girls stood guard outside the sick beds of the transformed but sleeping Jimmy Olsen and Kara Starr. "And now that she's pregnant from Jimmy Olsen!"

The lithe young blonde couldn't help but curl her lips with a mixture of disgust, shock and amazement at the sleeping pair. Power Girl had never lacked in the bust department but now, even lying down, her huge boobs caused the blanket over her to bunch up. Wet circles the size of dinner plates soaked through the fabric from her now continually lactating teats. Jimmy Olsen's now towering frame couldn't even be covered fully by his own blanket and Courtney's eyes couldn't help but flicker between his legs, recalling the absolutely massive cock she'd seen thrusting into her idol in public.

"Yes, it was absolutely appalling." the Harvard educated redhead beside her replied, her pale frecked face making a moue of disgust as she smoothed her green skirt over her legs self-consciously. "I can't help but imagine that Power Girl will be anything but livid once she comes back to her true self. And is Mr. Olsen even a good father? I don't even really know the man, so I simply can't help but wonder-"

Inara rolled her eyes at the two before invisibly whispering in their ears with a smirk.

"What kind of powerful transformation sucking Mr. Olsen's cock will cause, given what Power Girl's breast milk did to him and those other men!"

Maxine blinked, surprised at what came out of her mouth.

"I didn't mean to say that, I meant to say I wanted to taste his thick dick! Um, wait, no, that isn't right either, I was talking about getting my face fucked! N- no, that's not- I was wondering how it would feel to to get a mouthful of that ginger stud's creamy cum!"

The more Cyclone spoke the more she felt herself drooling, her mouth feeling suddenly, achingly empty, her entire focus narrowing to whatever was between Jimmy Olsen's legs.

"Whatever, Blowie." Stargirl replied with a little snort. "Everyone knows the only way to stop that nonstop yapping of yours is to get you to **** on a big cock. Me? I've got bigger fish to fry."

She strode up to Power Girl's sleeping form without any hesitation. Suddenly, all of her admiration was turned into heaping scorn.

"Look at you. Just a handful of some magic pink glitter and now you're a fucking joke. Big Mommy Milkers personified, a dumb Supercow. The world deserves a REAL Power Girl and it definitely isn't you!"

She ripped off the blanket soaked through with magical milk to reveal her enlarged breasts then scoffed at the sight before her.

"Courtney, uh, what are you doing? You, mmph, you shouldn't- you shouldn't- yuh shuh, uhhhh . . ."

Maxine's mouth stopped as she felt herself drool down the front of her costume, wiping her mouth as she moved towards Jimmy Olsen's sleeping form on autopilot. He had the biggest dick she'd ever seen and she suddenly couldn't stop thinking about how much of it she could fit in her mouth and throat even though she knew she shouldn't.

"If they did that to that loser Olsen, it's time to see what that milk will do to somebody who DESERVES all that strength!" Stargirl sneered and leaned down to start sucking on her former idols engorged pink teats. Even ****, the transformed Kara moaned softly in her magically induced sleep and arched her back at the pleasurable sensation.

Stargirl felt her already tight, lean physique get even tighter, her muscles expanding outwards. Her tight blue and white costume began to tear at the seams with each suckle of the magic milk, especially around the star on her chest. She grunted around the jets of sweet, warm milk as she grew larger. She tossed her lance to one side and instinctively reached up with her other hand to cruelly squeeze the Kryptonian's other nipple, spraying more of the transformative milk into her face. She was getting bigger, stronger, and it felt so fucking good!

In a matter of minutes, she felt her old uniform rip and tear, her power belt riding up from her trip waist to barely fit across her now rippling abs. All of her petite baby fat vanished, her arms and legs becoming like fire hydrants made of muscle as she shot up to over seven feet tall. The only trace of fat left on her body were a new set of tits as impressive as Power Girl's former pair, if not more so - an impossibly perky pair of watermelon sized endowments riding high on her absolutely shredded chest above a set of rock hard abs. The older blonde feebly whimpered in her sleep as Courtney not only became her match but exceeded her. About to **** on the sheer volume of liquid she was sucking down from Karen's fat nips, she finally let go with a cough that turned into a roar of triumph.

"WHO'S THE REAL POWER GIRL NOW, YOU STUPID SLUT?!?" roared the now gigantic Courtney Sizemore as she smacked Karen's **** form in disgust, then looked down at her new towering form approvingly. She turned towards a nearby mirror, flexing in nothing but the tatters of her old uniform with her golden power belt taut across her navel. She marveled at her bowling ball sized biceps and let out another roar of approval, wiping milk off her mouth with one hand while tearing off the remnants of her old uniform with the other save for the blue mask and straining gold belt. She felt unstoppable, her pussy drooling with arousal at the sight of the new, unstoppable towering figure in the mirror.

Not, Stargirl, not Power Girl - no, now she was a Power WOMAN.

"FUCK! LOOK at me! I make BIG Barda look like A LITTLE GIRL! Come and SEE what a REAL AMAZON looks like WONDER WOMAN! NOBODY CAN STOP ME!"

Then, with a snarl, she reached down and squeezed out even more of the milk from Karen's udders to drink, laughing maniacally.

"Especially not you, Mommy Milkers! AND I WANT MORE!"

"Mmph, I've gotta warn Fate, thish ishn't right-" Cyclone said, her fingers hovering over her communicator to try and tell somebody what was happening, only to find her hand reaching out to snatch the blanket off of Jimmy Olsen instead, a waterfall of drool falling from between her lips as she tried to talk. "Gotta- gotta-"

But, as she saw Jimmy Olsen's new endowment, suddenly talking didn't make sense. Suddenly, the only thing she could think of was sucking on that magnificent cock until she got a yummy mouthful of cum. Her fingers fell off of her communicator and started to stroke the thick, girthy length of him instead, her mouth a perfect "O" as it did what she couldn't stop thinking about and took as much of his huge cock in her as she could manage. All other troubling thoughts vanished and she gave a little hum of perfect contentment around his wonderful, perfect cock. How could she have forgotten how wonderful it was to suck dick?

Watching on, the ifrit smiled contentedly.

"OK, good, this should keep that killjoy occupied for a while." she muttered with a smirk. "Especially when little miss motormouth swallows that load and becomes a real problem. Shame I can't stay and watch but I've got other fish to fry."

Inara vanished within the blink of an eye, intent on causing more distractions for her greatest threats even as she distantly wondered what Barbie was getting up to in her hour of hell.