Jimmy and Inara's actions give Power Girl a new lease on life

A little while earlier . . .

Power Girl grimaced as Jimmy Olsen's piercing signal watch interrupted her evening watching Netflix at her apartment with her friend Atlee, also known as the superheroine Terra.

"What is it?" the petite brunette asked as Karen grimaced and stood up, causing her cat Stinky to hop grumpily to the floor.

"Oh, one of my cousin's, ah, "friends" has this watch thing that makes a godawful racket that only us Kryptonians can hear if he's in trouble." she grumbled, wincing at the piercing noise. "It's probably nothing but I should go check it out since I'm closest."

"Should I come with?" Terra asked.

"Ugh, no!" she responded with disgust before correcting herself off her friend's hurt glance. "What I meant is that he's probably at his "work" which is some strip joint called The Paradise Club. Believe me, I don't think it's a part of our topsider society you'd enjoy."

"But isn't "paradise" a good thing? What's a "strip joint?" Atlee asked confusedly, her big blue eyes blinking as Karen changed out of her comfy hangout clothes and into her famous uniform at superspeed.

"It's a place where women with no self-respect dance around and take their clothes off for money. Ugh, I hope nobody sees me in that place, they'll think I'm some nasty stripper too." she grumbled as she lifted her apartment's skylight.

"Are you sure you don't want backup?" Atlee asked with a frown.

"Nah, you just stay here and keep an eye on Stinky. This Jimmy Olsen clown usually gets into stupid scrapes I can fix pretty quickly. Although . . ."

She cocked her head. It was really weird that he'd call her at all since he had Wonder Woman working there. She still had her powers, even if she was now just some slutty shadow of her former self.

"If you don't hear from me in about an hour, come check up on me and lock up behind you." she said, texting Atlee the address to the club before she took off into the air. "Pause Bridgerton for me and I'll be back soon, hopefully."

"Good luck!" Atlee said with a wave as her friend flew away.

"Thanks." Power Girl sighed as she began her flight towards The Paradise Club, following the annoying sound with a frown.

"This better not be some excuse to see me wrestle Diana in Jell-O or something-" she began to grumble when suddenly a woman appeared in thin air in front of her in a sudden puff of purple smoke.

"That sounds awfully hot, but no!" the woman purred, an impossibly curvaceous Arabic beauty dressed in some sort of slutty harem girl outfit. Power Girl stopped in mid-air and gave her a surprised once-over.

"Who the hell are you? Some sort of 5th-dimensional imp?" she growled, expecting a fight.

"Oh, you've met one of them?" the woman said, blinking her purple eyes in surprise. "Wow, small universe. I'm . . ."

She tapped her white teeth between a pair of pouty lips as she briefly contemplated a response.

"Mmm, something of a distant cousin, actually. We both warp reality for fun but I'm a bit more, ah, focused in my approach. But, enough about me! I'm afraid we don't have much time to chat."

"What's that supposed to mean?" the blonde responded, eyes narrowing. "What are you? Why are you here?"

"Me? I'm Jimmy Olsen's new best friend!" she responded with an exaggerated wink. "Anyways, Jimmy's currently distracted by all the delights on offer but Jasmine and Princess can only keep him distracted for so long, despite their charms, so I'll have to think of something quick to deal with you."

Power Girl raised a fist with a cocksure grin.

"Deal with me?" Ha! Lady, you picked the wrong Kryptonian to mess with-"

To her chagrin, the woman just interrupted her as she floated out of punching range, snapping her fingers.

"Oh! Thanks for the reminder! That annoying little watch of his will just keep summoning more of you, won't it? Assuming I let it. Let's handle that now - since it was a refusal to make a wish, I do get a penalty for that."

The insistent buzzing noise in her ears was suddenly replaced with an insistent, sensual whisper.

"Gotta fuck, gotta fuck, gotta fuck-" she heard over and over in her ears and suddenly felt her pussy grow wet and nipples harden.

"W- what? S- stop this, you sick slut!" she snarled, letting rage overwhelm the sudden, irrational lust and shooting her heat vision out at the mysterious harem girl . . . only for the girl to teleport out of the way.

"I'm not doing anything! It's that darn watch of his!" the brunette replied in a tone of mock innocence with a obviously insincere shrug and pout. "I can't help that it makes you Kryptonians hornier and hornier the more you hear it!"

Karen just growled as she flew at the woman, **** to land a punch before the sound overwhelmed her willpower.

"Ooh, feisty!" the brunette laughed as she dodged effortlessly. "Seems to me like you'd be better suited using up all that passion another way but-"

She let out a blast of cold breath, trying to ignore both her taunts and that insistent chanting in her ears that was making her all of her most intimate body parts throb with each repetition. Once again, she teleported away, rolling her eyes.

"Ugh, fine, let's wrap this up. I just read his mind and I don't want him to end up trying anything clever, so-"

With a snap of her fingers, Karen suddenly found them both in the top level of the Paradise Club where Wonder Woman was kneeling before Jimmy and a duplicate of the other woman was talking. Power Girl goggled in confusion, then noticed she was bound in magical chains with a ball gag! She furiously tried to fly or break free but nothing happened. Nobody even seemed to notice they were there.

"Freaky, right? I got the idea from reading his mind about someone called "Triplicate Girl!" or something. He's not that bright but he knows about so many fun "superpowers" I can use for inspiration! Gods, I love this world!" Inara said while giving her other body a wink.

She walked on over to Power Girl and patted her on the ass in a demeaning fashion. Karen seethed and strained with all her considerable might to break free but whatever this thing's magic was seemed to be stronger than her powers.

"Don't worry, Power Tits, you won't be tied up for too much longer. You're about to have a wonderful little attitude adjustment and get that deep dicking we all know you so desperately needed, even before that little signal watch trick. Observe!"

She could helplessly do nothing but that, watching as Jimmy Olsen spoke into that damned mind control gun of his that had turned Wonder Woman into a slutty stripper.

"You are a good, helpful, dim-witted genie who just wants to make everyone's life better, obey every wish and command in the spirit it was intended and never hurt anyone beyond maybe smacking them around with your huge boobs when you ride them like the dumb bimbo slut you are?" he said into it, causing the brunette's duplicate to gasp.

"See? That's a wish that's kind of sexy, like it's gotta be, but still my idea! One that stops you from messing up everyone's lives!" he added in a triumphant tone. "And you can't stop me from making it, especially with this-"

Karen bleated uselessly to tell him to stop as he picked up Diana's famous lariat.

"And this!" he said, lifting the mind control gun

"Please- please, no! Anything but that!" she watched the duplicate of the harem girl say in terror as Jimmy slowly advanced with the two items towards Karen, grinning triumphantly.

"I promise if you do that, you'll regret it!" she added, suddenly shimmering exactly into the space where the invisible Power Girl stood.

"Ha! I don't think so!" Jimmy said, looping the lariat around Karen's shoulders and pulling the trigger even as she let out one last furious muffled roar of anger.

"I wish that you are a good, helpful, dim-witted genie who just wants to make everyone's life better, obey every wish and command in the spirit it was intended and never hurt anyone beyond maybe smacking them around with your huge boobs when you ride them like the dumb bimbo slut you are!"

Suddenly, she felt her entire mind start to go fuzzy and dreamy, like she was drunk on pink champagne. She tried to bite down on the gag and retain her own mind but the commands and the magic made it all seem so . . . silly.

"Look at who just came running at the sound of that watch of yours! What can I say? I TOLD you that you'd regret it, Jimmy."

The gag and her costume vanished, replaced by a gauzy pink silk version of what the purple eyed woman wore. Her short blonde hair suddenly fell down her back in a wave and her breasts, already famously large, felt even heavier now and so hot. But not just her tits! God, all of her felt so hot and so horny . . . and good, she thought with a giggle and grinned. Soooo good! Why was she so grumpy a second ago? Everything felt great! The whispers of pink silk against her body tingled delightfully. Fuck, it felt so good to be a dumb bimbo slut!

"Mmm, I feel, like, soooo good!" she cooed in a higher, breathier voice that sounded more like Marilyn Monroe than her old businesslike one, only able to communicate her now very simple thoughts. The old Power Girl would have been furious but now . . . now, nothing mattered. All of her worries and concerns had vanished in an instant. Everything felt wonderful and right and she couldn't help but smile.

"Power Girl?" gasped a stunned Jimmy Olsen. "Is that you?"

"Uhm, no, I'm Genie, silly!" she giggled, thrusting out her boobs at him and grinning. He was so totally cute, Genie thought, her pussy warming at the sight of him. Of course, so was every guy but THIS guy was right here and so she wanted to fuck him right NOW!

"I'm here to, like, grant wishes and, like, make people's lives better and junk!" the former Power Girl cooed, then licked her lips. "Oh, and maybe ride you while you play with my big titties, if you wanna fuck me too!"

"Oh, no, no, no! Not again!" Jimmy groaned, turning to yell at the brunette in the purple. "That was supposed to be YOU! This isn't what I meant and you know it!"

"Hmph!" the brunette said with a smirk. "Rude, considering men the world over would kill for this opportunity! Oh, well - I guess if she's not wanted, I know just the person who'd appreciate her instead!"

The brunette snapped her fingers and Genie suddenly found herself somewhere else entirely, what looked to be a fancy dining room in somebody's mansion. She grinned vapidly at the hot guy in front of her eating dinner as he dropped his fork in shock and arched her back as she floated a few inches off the floor. She vaguely remembered his name from her dumb, useless life before, back when she was some angry bitch instead of Genie, but it didn't really matter. A dumb bimbo slut like Genie only really cared about three things - granting wishes, being helpful and getting fucked.

"Hiiii! I'm Genie!" she chirped at an astonished Lex Luthor. "Do you wanna, like, have me grant you a wish? Or do you wanna fuck first? I'll TOTALLY do both!"