Casualties

On his way to the Bat cave, the Dark Knight had put an alert to avoid the site at all costs. He had also called an emergency meeting for the next day. However two heroes did not receive this alert and had chased two thugs to the warehouse.

The cold blonde stepped from the alley and studied the lone warehouse on the docks. “I recognized those gang markings on those goons. They were Stingray’s. He must be getting desperate with the pressure from Stardust and her impressive student.”

Diana, much more famously known as Wonder Woman frowned, “Perhaps we should crash their party and see if he is around?”

The blonde smoothed out her jacket and fixed her tight black shorts nervously, “I dunno, D, we don’t have any idea what he does or what he has been up to. We’d be running in blind.”

The Amazonian smiled at the blonde and pulled out her lasso, “Isn’t that what we do best?” But the woman didn’t wait for an answer, with a single leap she had made it almost halfway to the building.

The Black Canary sighed, lightly kicking a can nearby. “Of course Ollie is busy. ‘Just ask Diana, nothing can go wrong with Wonder Woman at your side.’ You owe me big for this Queen.” Rushing to catch up she cursed her black high heels, sure she could move in them much easier than most but they really felt a hinderance when trying to keep up with one of the League’s finest. Speaking of which where was she?

The blonde hero had faced many enemies in horrific locations, but there was just something about a yellow, dim lit abandoned urban landscape that always kept her on edge. Knowing a bunch of thugs should be calling this home didn’t help. Mostly because she couldn’t find anyone. The distraction of beating a criminal to a pulp would be very welcome but there were no lookouts, no henchman, no weird scientists with weird tech and clipboards.

Walking alongside the wall the woman began hearing a rhythmic slapping. Some strange mewl or howl. And a spine curling scream of Diana the blonde had never heard before. Turning just in time the metallic wall exploded, sending shrapnel into her coat and arm, jolts of pain spreading through her system. The blonde jumped back and readied herself against the threat, only to see a very curvy Diana fly through the wreckage. Stumbling and crawling halfway down the dock.

Maybe it was time to retire the heels, as amazing as they looked, she thought. But what the hell of all things would have the warrior princess panicking like this? Stepping up she peeked into the warehouse to find a porn set of a lab. Or at least the three buxom naked women and the hunk of a man towering over them really made it seem like a porn set. Big evil machine, possible planet destroying villain returning, hell even Trigon was expected here. But this caught the blonde so off guard. We’re they innocents? Why was his dick so big and thick? And why were the women so disinterested in whatever just happened? They seemed content in kissing each other and occasionally kissing that massive member. All the meantime he just stood staring past her at Wonder Woman.

“Fuck!” The man groaned, “Super sex is the best. I don’t mind fucking in general but after Batgirl and now you, I’m curious how the others feel.”

The bimbofied Stardust cradled his leg and kissed his thigh adoringly, “Well why not try one more?” Black Canary suddenly felt a firm slap on her plump ass making her squeal and jump forward a bit. Which was just enough to be beside the opening.

The blonde eyed his package again and felt both wet and panicked, “Uh sorry, thought this was an evil lair not some sexy dungeon- I mean sex dungeon! Carry on!” Turning away she groaned, her pants tightened as her hips and ass pushed against it. Her smaller but perky breasts grew, tightening her corset’s hold. Her head lightened and her wetness spread to her panties. The reverberating warmth could not be denied. Even being married to Ollie she knew she wanted that cock behind her. He didn’t have to know.

Diana called back to her but the blonde had no idea what was being said. All she thought was how the Amazonian’s new curves made her sexy as hell! Maybe the stiff and stubborn woman would join her in trying out this stud, rumours said Diana was a freak in bed. Not getting a response however the other hero fled leaving a disappointed Canary to turn and seek pleasure on her own. Feeling the tight squeezing of her thick body in her straining shorts she quickly shunned them and approached, falling to her knees the moment she was in the building.

“Please…” she begged, struggling with the rest of her sentence. The amazing cock penetrated her mind, took over her everything. She no longer wished to be the Black Canary, but was the Black Siren. Even her sonic powers had turned from destructive force to sensual moans, able to transform and pervert any caught in her moan field. Her husband would never understand the new her…so why hold back because of him? “Please fuck me!”