Inara could hear the conflicted, racing thoughts of Barbara Gordon as Superman moved to close the gap between them and fuck her silly, just like she'd always dreamed of when she thought she was alone. The ifrit smiled evilly to herself briefly before schooling her expression to a more neutral one as the former Batgirl turned to glance at her.
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of ruining your sexiest, darkest fantasy by being a voyeur! I know this fantasy Superfuck you're about to enjoy doesn't include yours truly watching. Enjoy yourself and I'll come back afterwards. See you in a while, Barbie!" she purred with a little wave before vanishing from the lovely crystal palace in which this ridiculously hot boy scout lived. It would be satisfaction enough knowing Barbie would be corrupting supposedly the most incorruptible of this world's heroes - all on her lonesome no less - but why rest on her laurels? Especially since she'd just gotten the chance to introduce Pink Kryptonite to the world!
As far as anyone knew, Pink Kryptonite was the result of Circe and Star Sapphire working together to alter Red Kryptonite, creating an uniquely pornographic varietal of the famous radioactive mineral - one that could even affect humans if whatever happened played into whatever random sexy effect that took hold. Much as she'd love to take credit, she didn't want to risk getting the attention of any unpredictable 5th-dimensional imps, so passing the buck seemed wise. Speaking of which . . . she turned her attention to another humorless superheroine as she appeared in New York City, still undetectable to anyone but Barbara.
Since Barbie had handed her such a lovely present (and she could always review her memories afterwards), she decided to be nice and ruin the day of one of her least favorite coworkers while she was seeing just how hard the Man of Steel could get. Barbara Gordon might pretend that she was all sweetness and light but she knew she secretly couldn't stand have the spotlight stolen by a certain chesty someone. In a blink of an eye, she teleported herself to New York City where Karen Starr, AKA Power Girl, was finishing up a beatdown of some H.I.V.E. agents. Bullets and lasers just bounced off of her famously buff and busty body as she scowled and advanced on the last of them.
"Don't you idiots ever get tired of this?" the blonde snarled as she heat visioned one of their robots into slag.
"Ugh," Inara muttered to herself with a grimace as she watched the scene unfold while utterly undetectable. "And here I thought Barbie was bad! At least SHE hasn't spent her whole life waving a pair of huge tits in everyone's face and then getting all high and mighty about people staring. Hmm, what to do to YOU, you humorless cocktease?"
"For a bunch of geniuses, you're too dumb to realize you're wasting your time!" the Kryptonian powerhouse growled as she tore apart the last of their robot mechs like it was made of tissue paper and flicked the helmeted agent inside with her pinky finger into unconsciousness. "I haven't even broken a sweat!"
"Hmm, sounds like someone's awfully proud of her intellect and not leaking any fluids." Inara chuckled darkly. "Let's fix that, shall we?"
The remaining two H.I.V.E. agents left standing lifted up a huge gun between them and pulled the trigger at Power Girl. Inara snapped her fingers just as the man fired. Instead of a laser beam, the gun now delivered a payload of glittering pink dust that coated Power Girl from head to toe.
"What did you just . . ." she began to say, breathing in a huge lungful before feeling the effects and letting out a low moan. "Ohhhh . . . what . . . mmmm . . ."
Karen's mind began to fog and she felt her already impressive breasts getting heavier and bigger, straining against her top.
"My breasts . . . what . . . ungghh . . . what did you- what- . . ."
Suddenly thinking was so hard. All she could think about was her fat tits. They were suddenly so hot, so heavy and full . . . of milk. Her nipples felt agonizingly sensitive against the material of her costume. With a grunt, she yanked pulled down her famous boob window to let them out, then moaned with relief as they were freed. It felt so good to get them out, even as alarm bells faintly went off in the back of her head.
Distantly, she felt something else strange, her famous muscles getting covered with a layer of jiggly fat and a strange tingling in her forehead.
She glanced over at her reflection in a nearby storefront window. Her white costume was now covered with random black spots and strained against a fatter, more voluptuous physique . . . and she had a pair of yellow horns. Most notably, her already famously large tits were now even bigger and her nipples were the size of her thumbs, dripping thick white milk as they jutted out of her costume, completely exposed. Her jaw dropped and her big blue eyes stared at her absurd reflection dully, clouding over.
"I'm a . . . cow? Uh?"
Her hands reached up to pull at her heavy tits, grunting. She needed to do something. This was bad. Wasn't it? She shouldn't pull at her fat tits in public but they felt so full. So hot.
"I'm a cow!" she grunted, eyes fluttering with pleasure as they found her nipples and pulled, immediately forgetting why she shouldn't do that in public as milk squirted out. "Ungh! Feels so good! Mooooo!"
She stared dully at her reflection, noticing a bell had appeared around her neck, her ass now fat and plump, cheeks subsuming her costume bottom. Not that anyone cared about her ass. Just her big milkers. Everyone liked her big fat udders. Fuck, they felt so good right now, she thought with another grunt as she squeezed her bigger nipples, milk dripping through her clumsy fingers.
She needed . . . she needed something? She tried to think but cows didn't think. A faint line of drool fell from her lips as her mouth went slack and she looked dully out at the two men.
Men. Smart men. Men could suck out all the milk. If pulling on them felt this good, men sucking her milk out would feel even better.
She suddenly felt her pussy getting wet at the thought and tried to lift her bigger, fatter milk-heavy tits with her hands, offering them to the two men with a grunt but they were so big and her hands were so slippery with her milk that she barely managed it after a few tries. She didn't remember much but she did know a few things - her fat tits were all full of milk and she was a dumb cow. Cows needed to be milked.
And men liked to suck on her fat tits.
"Suck me? Milk me? Mooooo . . ."
The two HIVE agents turned to give each other a look then advanced on her with obvious bulges showing between their legs, even beneath their jumpsuits.
Inara let out a whoop of laughter only she could hear at her work of art that was now Cow-er Girl, making sure that there were plenty of civilians to record ever second of the humiliating transformation. She just hoped Barbie was having even half as much fun without her!
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