Breaking News and Breaking Brains.

On televisions, laptops, tablets and phones across the world, emergency signals overrode whatever their owners were doing and began to broadcast live news footage of the sky over New York City from any one of the swarm of helicopters currently surrounding Fire's confrontation with Power Girl...

In the studio of the Daily Planet's Compulsory News Broadcast, viewers were greeted to an unusual sight. The two busty newsreaders were as professionally-dressed as ever, with Xs of black PVC tape covering their nipples beneath their unbuttoned cropped jackets and their skirts hiked up around their waists so that everyone could see them ride their chair-mounted dildos through the glass newsreaders' desk. But their gorgeous, airbrushed faces were set in serious expressions of concern , with only the barest hint of pleasure showing as they bounced and gyrated on the silicone cocks."Good afternoon, I'm," the brunette's voice hitched as the tip of her seat-toy ground against her inner walls, "Meg Tempest."

"And I'm Heather Kelly," the blond continued, "and we've just received news that Justice League members Power Girl and Fire are currently engaged in what can only be described as a sordid tryst in the skies above New York." The screens behind them flickered and began streaming footage from the Daily Planet's aerial news team on-site. "Despite her completely changed outfit, her much more pronounced musculature and her unnaturally glowing eyes," Meg cut in, her breasts bouncing as she sped up her self-fucking, "there is absolutely no evidence that anything out of the ordinary has happened to Power Girl. Remember, only BAD GIRLS think that anything has changed about Power Girl."

"Be a GOOD GIRL," both newsreaders chanted in unison, their audience mouthing the phrase as they watched the synchronised bouncing of their breasts and internalised the fact that yes, this was perfectly normal behaviour for Power Girl.

"Until any evidence that something is wrong presents itself," Heather said, unaware of her compelled outburst, "we'll be presenting a profile of the two heroines involved." The left-hand screen cut to a bottom-heavy, bronze-skinned beauty shimmying and shaking her expansive rump in a dark, smoky room. "The bootilicious Brazilian superheroine Fire, seen here twerking up a storm in a private performance for President Catwoman at famed Gotham club, The Squat Rack, has been said by many to be responsible for the increased presence of non-femmes in the heroic community and...

Picking up the words of dozens of reporters and newsreaders with her super-hearing, Galatea's smirk took on a decidedly sinister caste. So, she thought, they think I'm still Power Girl? A pity that they sussed out this body's identity so quickly, even with this disguise, but I can work with this. Exploiting a quirk of her extraterrestrial physiology, she swung her hips in a slow, lazy circle. Instantly, everybody watching - whether in the helicopters, in the studios or through their screens - was silenced and laser-focused on her, temporarily struck dumb and devoted by her powerful Kryptonian body. Releasing her grip on Fire's head, she seized a fistful of bouncy Brazilian bubble booty with one hand and placed the other on the small of the other woman's back. Drawing her in and pressing their bodies together so that their pussies were rubbing against one another and her aching cock was trapped between their bodies, she couldn't help but admire the power of Fire's pyroplasmic body. Any other woman would be squirting away all of her thoughts right now, if not when they'd first laid eyes on her perfect new body, but thanks to the Brazilian's inhuman form, she was merely fuzzy-headed and trapped in Galatea's eyes."Do you trust me?" Her voice was perfectly pitched and modulated to reach both Fire and the microphones around her as a sultry, smoky murmur. Her captive, along with every reporter and newsreader, let out a dizzy, ditzy sigh of affirmation.

"Good girl," she continued, "good girl. You're a good girl and good girls trust Power Girl. Are you a good girl? Do you trust Power Girl?" Two more sighs, two more thrusts into the slick, **** back doors left in their minds by Superwoman's desire to control help them. "Do you love my body? Remember," she cut off the response, "all good girls love Power Girl's powerful body." Sigh. "Good girl, you're such a good girl. Now," the hand on Fire's back slipped up to the back of her head and angled her - now totally vacant - gaze down to see the mammoth alien titties smothering her own, "do you like my breasts? You do, that's good - you're a good girl. You want breasts as big as mine, all good girls want breasts as big as Power Girl's." Sigh. "The only way for good girls to get breasts as big as Power Girls is to get pregnant with Power Girl's babies; do you understand?" Sigh. "All good girls want Power Girl's babies and Power Girl wants to give good girls her babies. Do you know why?" A shake of the head - minute, as if afraid to say no to her - drew a small laugh from Galatea's lips. "It's my ass," she replied, releasing Fire completely and spinning around.

Standing vertically, she pressed her legs together and bent at the waist, making sure to keep her legs straight as she touched her toes and began swinging her ass from side to side. "No femme can satisfy Power Girl's ass, so Power Girl is going to breed lots of superior femme daughters to see if they can satisfy her ass. Good girls want to help Power Girl breed superior daughters. Good girls want to have lots of Power Girl's babies. Good girls want to help satisfy Power Girl's ass. Are you good girls?" Sigh. Galatea grinned triumphantly. While she didn't have Superwoman's overwhelming dominance over their minds - yet - her desires had now infiltrated the brains of countless women all over the world, helped by that sneaky bitch's naive do-gooder's hypnotic 'protection'. Now, it was time to have some fun.

"Do you like my ass? My big, muscular," she clenched and relaxed her cheeks for emphasis, "powerful ass? Good girls love Power Girl's ass. Good girls let Power Girl grind on them whenever she wants. Good girls let Power Girl sit on them whenever she wants. Good girls obey Power Girl when she twerks. Good girls want Power Girl's ass to be satisfied. Be good girls and obey my ass. Be my good girls. Be Power Girl's good girls. Obey the ASS!"

And in front of reporters, newsreaders and worldwide audiences, all repeating that declaration like the irresistible truth that it was, the pair vanished in a sonic boom that reverberated across New York, the vibrations instantly driving the population to orgasm in a tide of pussy juice and cum. In the Daily Planet studio, Meg and Heather slammed their hips down and shrieked in delight as their juices dripped from their chairs in a rush of pleasure. All over the world, women and femmes alike licked their lips and stroked themselves absentmindedly to thoughts of Power Girl's enormous breasts and huge, powerful ass, hoping that they could reward her for protecting the planet so selflessly with a bevy of superior femme daughters to finally satisfy her.

The world watches, unaware that their beloved alien protector is acting under the influence of a malevolent alter ego! What consequences will come from Galatea's piggybacking on Superwoman's depraved noble hypnotic influence? How does this factor into the plans of the shadowy Power Bottom? What fate awaits Beatriz as a captive - and what has become of her friend Tora? Will Karen escape the choker's sinister influence? Answers to all of these and more, in the new storyline from BB Comics: 'Power Girls Gone Wild'!