Interlude: J'ann J'onzz monitors breaking news from the Watchtower

[ A/N: Written by MrDonJuan & edited by BeBe. Part of MrDonJuan's fantastic original storyline set in Catwoman's Universe. Obey the ASS... ]

"Hello, Gotham City..." oozed a husky teasing voice.

J’ann J’onzz’s powerful Martian fortitude broke with a shiver. Her eyes locked to the video monitor in the Watch Tower operations center. In a moment her silky pussy and luscious ass were naked as her standard uniform booty shorts shrank then disappeared. Gripping the console tight to keep her balance, the butterflies in her stomach **** her clothes and body to involuntarily morph. The alien beauty moaned as her firm breasts were exposed to the cold air of the Watch Tower. The blue spandex of her calf boots rippled as the top grew up past her knee. Her nostrils flared as the musk from her delicate pussy further distracted her. Blue spandex opera gloves morphed onto her hands quickly growing past her elbow.

Every screen in the Watch Tower came alive. The main screen in the operations center was three stories tall with the control station suspended in the center over various work stations. The sound proof doors were sealed. J’ann was completely alone. Her boots slipped on the fresh puddle of her hot pussy juice. Pushing up on the balls of her feet her thighs twitched in a nervous side to side trying to stabilize herself. Her hips and slim athletic ass bucked down and back as her boot heels morphed into precarious wedges. The suddenly metal soles of her uncomfortable wedge heeled platform thigh high boots squeaked as her feet slid out until her long powerful legs were an inverted V facing the floor. Her perky naked ass and svelte back bent at a 90-degree angle. J’ann couldn’t focus enough to stop her involuntary morphing as her suddenly extra sensitive nipples had engorged just before slamming into the metal console.

“G-gggy-psy-.. Gyp-s-s….” was all the ineffectual moaning J’ann could manage before her breasts added a cup size so suddenly the tops and nipples dragged across the cold metal switches and dials. Her back flexed into a deep arch, her head angled up at the massive HD screen. There was no where else she could look.

J’ann’s eyes reflected the strobing purple and gold lights. Within moments her involuntary morphing matched the scintillating pattern. Her whole body shuddered with increased intensity as she felt her clothes ripple again. Her opera gloves and thigh boots vibrated as they changed from spandex to an indescribably soft velvet. Her beautifully silky light green skin produced a natural metallic gold glittery oil sheen across the exposed skin of her body.

Her mind whirled as the thunderous heart-pounding beats washed over her. Bright purple leather swished as it encased plump, powerful thighs. Starting from the middle, going down to her sculpted calves, changing to a bright cherry red around her ankles, accented by chrome buckles and eight-inch stiletto platform heels.

Without any conscious control, J’ann’s legs spread into a perfect split. Her hot dripping pussy lips slammed to the floor in the middle of her puddle of arousal. Her plump ass bopped in time to the beat as her pussy slapped floor. The music was so loud the floor vibrated and buzzed every time her pussy touched, Her once sensible breasts had morphed into plump rounded tits. Not so big that she couldn’t play it off she though guiltily. Her gloved hands still gripped the console. An unseen **** pinched the very tips of her desperately responsive nipples. A ragged moan spilled out of the horny Martian as her body was dragged forward by her all to teased nips. With her hands gripped to the console her newly fat titties were squeezed between her arms as if to better display het naked torso. Her legs stayed in a perfect split pressing her delicate pussy to the increasingly vibrating floor.

J’ann was invisibly bound. Her alien physiology useless, she could only squirm. She couldn’t move except to writhe under the sexual power exerted onto her. While immobilized, she felt a phantom femme cock head tapping on her slick anus. Looking up J’ann felt overwhelmed as the thicc ASS commanding the screen literally dwarfed her. The power of it seeped deep into her psyche as the massive screen amplified her feeling of subservience. It felt good to stare into the twerking badonkadonk flexing faster than a human eye could see.

The camera panned out enough to reveal a dark office overlooking some kind of dance floor. The thumping big booty bent over an ebony desk, blanketing its viewers with the erotic dance of a lifetime, the face of the mysterious dancer came into view.

J’ann humped her naked pussy harder and harder into the floor. **** to cum as the beautiful, arrogant, slutty, sexy face smirked down at her. J’ann’s thighs were locked to the floor, but as she saw the amazing mistress looking over her juicy, still twerking bubble butt, she tried with all her might to twerk her perky ass in rhythm to the perfect PAWG ASS reigning above her. The raven dark hair framing her symmetrical face was so cute J’anns pupils dilated wider still. Her own hair involuntarily flexed into a fangirl copy of the beautiful goddess’s hair. Like her hair, J’ann’s normal sized lips tried to copy the perfect bee-stung O-shape she saw. Her body couldn’t match the beautiful body completely like a college freshman who wants to be just like her college senior idol.

Involuntarily her lips grew slick with the wet reflective sheen as her lips sparkled with a deep neon purple gloss with metallic specks of gold catching the strobing light. A **** manic grin spread across J’ann’s face as her soft velvet gloves and boots shifted to match the deep neon purple with metallic gold specks. The shiver grew as a fresh tattoo appeared across her still twerking superheroine ass cheeks in the same deep neon and metallic gold color. Written in cursive script “Property of the Squat Rack” formed inside a smooth flowing drawing of a very plump, very sexy ASS.

Looking straight into J’ann’s soul from the massive screen, the mistress of the ASS sucked on a slutty purple buttplug like a lollipop before taking it out of her mouth and placed the glistening silicone to her naked asshole. Still popping and locking, she firmly rolled the slick buttplug around the rim of her asshole, teasing her anus, teasing J'ann’s anus. She felt the buttplug's tip probing them as if it was in the room with them.

"I'm your new goddess, Power Bottom."

The forceful declaration unleashed a wave of sensations that seized J’ann beyond the edge, almost painfully uncomfortable. Any prior desires she felt paled to the need to cum to the true focus of her life. But her new mistress wouldn’t allow her. Her body remained frozen by **** restraints while her arousal burned within her with no way out. Helplessly watching Power Bottom's all consuming ASS gyration exude its sensual mindfucking energy. Entirely giving herself as a willing slut to the erotic domination.

"Come worship your goddess at my exclusive fitness center and dance club, The Squat Rack." Power Bottom commanded, winking at the camera. She thrust the mysterious purple buttplug deep into her ample asshole, and ever deeper into J’ann’s mind…

The pace of Power Bottom's ASS was increasing as she rapidly tapped her asshole with the buttplug, but not entirely pushing in all the way. Power Bottom's silky hot, jelly-like globes spiritually clenched around J'ann’s head. Deep in the grip of the thicc, thicc, THICC supervillainess ASS, its dominant power holding her consciousness prisoner within its cheeks, total control of her body and mind.

ZZZZZZZZ

ZZZZZZZZ

“Oh work it girl!” Power Bottom giggled, and bit down on her luscious lower lip. J’ann felt the teeth of her sexy goddess bite both super sensitive nips at once. Her slutty groan was cut short as she felt Power Bottom buck her perfect ASS into the camera. The Watch Tower shook as the massive sweaty cheeks booty bumped the whole station were slapping thunderously. J’ann couldn’t be bothered with the warning alarm as she desperately tried to making her Martian booty twerk like the sultry dream before her. Each fleshy impact from Power Bottoms perfect ASS sent perverse and subversive vibrations through the Watch Tower. Like neon purple and metallic gold zaps into her brain, J’ann felt herself being primed for something. Power Bottom’s frenetic dance hall fuck haze was settling deeper and deeper into the core of her being.

Profoundly embedding the absoluteness of ASS. Every twerk from Power Bottom was a life affirming thunder clap around her head.

The ASS commanded J’ann to GO to Washington.

CLAP!

The ASS commanded her NOT to tell Gypsy.

CLAP!

The ASS commanded her NOT to remember.

CLAP!

The ASS commanded her to HIDE Gypsy.

CLAP!

She belongs to the Slut Rack.

CLAP!

She is a Twerk Slut for the Slut Rack.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The rhythmic cascade of sweaty flesh on flesh booty pumping slammed her hot dripping pussy into the vibrating floor. Power Bottom already owned J’ann’s superheroine mind, as her soul sunk deep into ASS. J’ann’s manic fangirl grin only got bigger as her head was engulfed by the impossibly plump rounded ASS cheeks that clutched her head between them.

The only thing in her heart was ASS.

CLAP!

The only thing she was is ASS.

CLAP!

J’ann sensed hot glowing purple & pink rays of energy vibrating her slick superheroine asshole.

CLAP!

Power Bottom’s supervillainess femme cock slammed into J’ann’s **** needy fangirl ass.

CLAP!

Power Bottom’s seductive corrupting femme cock grew larger, & deeper into J’ann’s keyed up body.

CLAP!

Sudden waves electric vibration zapped along Power Bottom’s femme cock slamming home into the hidden core of J’ann’s being.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!

“DANCE MY SLUTTY RAVE ****!!!” Power Bottom’s sensual voice roared from every speaker in the Watch Tower as her supervillainess femme cock blasted her delicious swirling deep neon purple & metallic gold cum glowed in the dark club style lighting that the Watchtower operations room had switch to. deeply inside J’ann the changes being made were permanent. Somehow Power Bottom had blasted her musky glowing cum all over J’ann’s still twerking booty even though it had also filled her ASS totally full. J’ann had never left the erotic immobilized position at the command station. Her body shivered involuntary from the afterglow.

“GOOD GIRL… That's my GOOD GIRL...” Power Bottom cooed as she patted the J’ann on her head.

“Obey The ASS,” J’ann moaned in almost mesmerized calmness.

Dazed, and horny J’ann's mind fell deeper into a sweaty spiraling trance. Her legs still splayed in a full split, unconsciously thrusting her pelvis into the vibrating floor of the Watchtower. Her sexed up body writhed with wordless grunts and **** moans spreading the pool of her arousing scented pussy juice mixed with the thick hot cum. Pink spirals seemed to spin inside the deep neon purple as the ever present metallic gold specks seemed to grown stronger.

J’ann didn’t see Supergirl’s announcement to run for Justice League president.

She, didn’t see Power Bottom wickedly grinning with Batgirl’s superheroine femme cock fucking her sexy supervillainess ASS…

Power Bottom definitely wasn't mindfucking Batgirl on TV, just like she hadn’t mindfucked J’ann in the Watchtower…

She never saw Vicky Vale’s dress blowing out as her buttcheeks swelled up to the size of basketballs.

Nor did she feel her own plush superheroine ASS become the center of a new subversively submissive lifestyle.

Power Bottom: You need to call your friend Gypsy...

J'ann urgently needed her friend Gypsy to go undercover with her to Washington to investigate President Catwoman... President Catwoman's beautiful alluring ASS flowed through her mind. J’ann could sense there was trouble at the center of the American government. She and Gypsy would get to the sexy PAWG bottom of this mystery. She and Gypsy just needed to meet with President Catwoman at the (newly renamed) Purple House...

And most importantly, after she and Gypsy solved that mystery, she was going to use her Martian powers and some Diva Industries tech to gently alter Gypsy’s ASS at a molecular level to give it a permanent involuntary bump & grind with some pump it up. Ever since she became a GOOD GIRL in college it was always J’ann’s complex multi-part dream to become a booty bouncing twerk champion Rave **** at The Squat Rack who had modified her best friend to know that she’s been manipulated into a **** henchslut who has unbelievable orgasms every time she helps J’ann serve Power Bottom…