Later

During lunch, I went to the gift shop. Yes, we have a gift shop. The Daily Planet is so synonymous with Superman and Metropolis that it can sometimes get tourists. The tours intentionally are directed away from where the real work is done but the last stop is the gift shop you have to enter to exit the building. I went in and grabbed a white shirt that said "I ❤️" followed by the Superman shield and a matching pair of panties that had a picture of the fortress of solitude on the crotch. Tacky. The shirt I made sure to get in a child's size. I stuffed both items in my purse and went back upstairs.

I made sure to tell Lois and Perry that I had to leave early today, something with family came up (ignore that I was no contact with most of my family for years now). Then I made my way to the bathroom.

"Here." I dropped the clothes on the floor outside the stall and kicked them under the door. "Put these on."

"Where's my dress?" Cat asked.

"It's my dress now." I smiled wickedly. It didn't even fit me (it probably would have if not for Cat's recent 'surgery' making her bustier than me).

"I can't wear this." She said.

"Then give it back," I said.

"No, no," She pleaded. "Fine." A moment later the door opened up. Cat looked ridiculous. The top wouldn't have fit even back when she was flat and now it was straining on for dear life. Her nipples were on full display and she had side boob pouring out the sleeves. There was a clear wet spot on the crotch of the panties, making the fortress look like it was melting. Lastly, she had pink platform heels that combined with the childish get-up made her look like she was wearing her parents' shoes.

"You look adorable," I said. "Come with me," I extended a hand. She took it without resistance.

I quickly rushed Cat out of the halls and into the stairwell, where there weren't any cameras. The app could deal with a lot of stuff but this outfit was all me and I didn't want her to get fired after two days of fucking in the bathroom. Eventually, I got to the parking garage level. I took Cat's clutch out of my purse and pulled out her keys.

"Where's your car?" I asked.

"Over there," Cat said.

Cat pointed over to the west side. I clicked the key fob to make it honk, narrowing it down. We walked over to the car, a soft pink Honda Civic.

"Thank you for walking me to my car," Cat said once we got to it. "Now my keys please." She opened her hand expecting me to give them back.

"You really are stupid, huh?" I said.

"What?" She said.

"I'm driving," I said. Cat just accepted it and walked over to the passenger side. "Fine." She tried to open it but the door was locked.

"Oh no," I said. I clicked the fob again and the trunk opened.

"No way." She walked to shout at me. "I'll deal with a lot but no way." I raised my hand to slap her again and she flinched.

"Get. In. The trunk." I said. "Either that or I leave you here."

The humiliation of walking all the way down here in panties and a child's tee was weighing on her. Her resistance was melting in the face of her new customization. After a moment she just silently pushed it open and got in.

"Good," I said before closing it.

I took my sweet time driving home. Normally I have to take the bus. No control over where I'm going. If I want to get something to eat I have to go past my stop by like twenty minutes. Now I picked up Subway and spent lots of time agonizing over toppings. Then I made a stop at a sex store, grabbing some supplies for later.

"Get out," I said once I popped open the trunk for Cat.

"I can't believe you did that to me," She said, dusting off her knees from the ride.

"Oh get used to it," I said, standing with my back towards her. I turned around to look at her. "Face it." I stroked her chin. "You're my bitch." I smiled a devilish smile. "Or should I say pussy cat? Merow."

We got upstairs to my apartment. I dropped a bag at her feet the second she got past the door.

"Put that on," I said.

"Finally, some clothes." Kat ruffled through the bag. "Oh." She pulled out a collar and a leash. I walked over to her and took the collar from her hands.

"Here, let me help you," I said.

I clicked the collar around her neck. Right after I slapped her ass as hard as I could. Not expecting it she dropped to her knees. I grabbed the leash from the floor and walked around her. I clipped it onto her collar. Once she got up I walked to the couch and dropped onto it like a sack of bricks.

"Tie that leash to the foot of the couch. Now." I pointed to the leg I was talking about. She didn't even put up a fight. She just did as told.

"You know people will look for me, right?" Cat said. In response, I grabbed her phone from my bag and tossed it to her.

"Go ahead. Call anyone you want. Lois, Clark, the police. Heck, get Jimmy to call Superman. Or, you could crawl around this couch and give me the best blowjob you can. No consequences for either choice, but if you do the second I might fuck you later."

There was a long pregnant pause in the air. I knew what her choice would be after all this. Still, she fiddled with the phone. Locking and unlocking it. Eventually, Cat just put the phone down on the armrest, got on all fours, and crawled over to face me.