Panties and the Hall of Justice

A small smirk formed on Nichole's face as she texted her new friend that she met a while ago. Flicking her eyes up from the conversation on her phone, her gaze locked onto a Caucasian boy, leaning against the opposite wall, grinning back at her.

Nichole met Steven back during their tour through the gym, while Wonder Woman was showing off the capabilities of the League's simulation machine thingy. The expo has pretty much lost Nichole at this point, she came here to mainly meet the heroes of the league, not to see where they go to work out. So far she's had the chance to meet Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Aquaman. That's great in itself, but she never saw herself as a fan of those three; Aquaman's hot as all get out, his muscles are ripped beyond logic, but his smell of fish keeps him from being one of Nichole's favorites. Green Lantern's pretty cool, but growing up in Central city, and the fact that he's out in space half the time caused her to not admire him as much as others. And then Wonder Woman, she imagines Wonder Woman is the sole reason most of the guys, and some of the girls, decided to take part in this tour; but for Nichole, not having a bi-sexual bone in her body means that Wonder Woman is just 'meh,' to her. The guys love her cause of, well, obvious reasons. Pretty sure most of the folks taking pictures are only planning on using them to jack off later, especially the guys taking snapshots while she bends over and shakes her rump, the pervs. For the rest of the female guests, Wonder Woman is an idol for the power of feminity, but Nichole can't get past her way of speaking, just talk normally! It's very much apparent that she wasn't the one the League chose to lead this group, she's probably filling in for Superman, wherever he is.

Speaking of Superman, where the hell is everyone!? We've only encountered three, of the entire League; now, she isn't that knowledgable of how many members there are at the current moment, but she's quite sure there's more than three. Batman is who she's eagerly anticipating, though, knowing him, he's not the type to lead a group of random tourists, so her best bet in meeting him would be waiting till the end where 'Apparently,' they'll get to meet all the members on the League in an open room and ask any questions they choose.

So Nichole decided to stay behind the crowd and wait, sending the occasional picture to her best friend, Stacy, for no other reason than to make her jealous. That's when Steven sneaked up and actually tried to flirt with her. Well, tried would be the wrong word, since apparently, his efforts to woo her ended up succeeding. He was just so cute, in a dirty kind of way, his clothes where obviously ironed to give off a professional feel, but his disheveled hair has the 'Right out of bed,' look. His blue eyes bulged out, obviously not expecting his flirting to be successful, when she gave him her number. Though, after this event is over she doesn't see herself continuing to converse, Nichole typically isn't one to fall for a random boy's flattery; but since was's and is currently jaded, waiting for something exciting to happen, she had a moment of weakness and his flirtatious deminer won out.

"And if you were to look yonder, my favorable folks," Aquaman gestured to the very center of the large table, pushing a button on the virtual tablet in front of him. Causing a photorealistic hologram of the earth to appear over the center, "Here, lays one of our three holographic broadcasts, connected to-" He raises a musclebound arm upwards. "Our pristinely kempt satellite, monitored twenty-four seven."

"Indeed," Wonder Woman spoke up, walking over to another seat with its own virtual display. "We refrain from connecting a numerous amount of devices to our satellite lest we have a digital, attack of some form, that could endanger anyone." Dragging her finger across the smaller display in front of her causing the holographic image of Earth to switch to one of the Watchtower. "The one you are currently observing is located in our very own Hall of Justice," The uppermost center of the Watchtower begins to glow orange, indicating where we're currently, located. "The other two are held in our west and east most control centers, alas, none of you are permitted to go into either of those rooms as they are off limits." She said to the dismay of the suckups that want to visit every room.

"Don't be grim!" Aquaman spoke up, "The Hall of Justice is restricted to only the highest of members of the League," He said with a smile.

"Mmmhm," Wonder Woman said, "In fact, this very table, large as it might be, is where we-" Wonder Woman halted her blabber, "Eerm- a thousand pardons," She said as she bent slightly forwards, hooking her hands between her blue and white underwear, and began pulling it down.

"Oh my god-"

"What is she?"

"It's alright my comrades," Aquaman said, trying to subdue the crowd. "This happens quite often to everyone, she merely removes her undergarments to inhale its order. "Please refrain from taking any pictur-" He was interrupted by multiple flashes of people's cameras, some noticed him and quickly hid their phones, looking away; others used the crowd to hide and took multiple snapshots of Wonder Woman's state of undress.

"No need to worry," Wonder Woman says, leaning back up, after slipping her blue and white starred underwear. "This is a task we all must do every couple of hours, it is only natural." Then raising the underwear to her face, shoving her nose deep into it, she gives it a long whiff.

Between multiple sniffs she stops, pulling it back she looks up to the crowd, her face scrunches up a tad after noticing the majority of guests have their mouths gawked open, and phones pulled up looking down towards her exposed vagina. After stepping forward, closer to the table to hide her bottom half, she says, "I would recommend everyone who will have the need to inhale their undergarments in the very near future do so now as to avoid any mishaps." She begins shoving her face inter her panties before smelling again.

After her statement, multiple people around Nichole began to strip down, some blushing, other's going as fast as they can to get it other with. Though for most, it's just another part of life, those blushing just need to learn to get over it. People were sniffing, loudly, quietly, secretly, left and right. Boys and girls, Aquaman was in the process of joining as to, get it over with, and help encourage the shy folks.

Right as Aquaman's green scale printed bottom reached his knees, he halted, with every other male in the room. Then all the guys immediately began putting back on their underwears and redressing. What were they doing anyway? They know that only females are supposed to smell their panties every two hours, yet they thought they could use this as an excuse to go bottomless? Where's Sam? He would fit in with these creeps. Nichole glanced over to the boy she was texting to see if he was one of them, she gained respect for him when she noticed that he wasn't one of the guys who decided to randomly undress.

He looked back at her, then glanced to the other guys, before looking back and shrugging. Pulling out his phone he began typing on it, soon after Nichole heard a slight ping. And pulled out her phone to see his message.

'Idk why all the dudes were stripping'

'I know right?! lmao freaks.'

'heh yeah, they all look embarrassed like they were caught in the cookie jar.' Before she could respond, he sent a second message. 'Hey, why aren't you smelling your panties?'

'Heh, I bet you'd want to see me do that wouldn't you? No, I made sure to do it in the bathroom earlier, you're not gonna catch me' ;)

'What a shame.'

"I know right!? Lmao, freaks. Heh, I bet you'd want to see me do that, wouldn't you? No, I made sure to do it in the bathroom earlier, you're not gonna catch me!" Nichole shouted out of the blue.

'Uh- why tf did you say that out loud?'

"I just wanted to make sure my sexy and amazing brother who I love more than life itself could hear what I was texting!" Nichole shouted again. If everyone weren't busy shoving panties up their noses, they'd probably all be staring at her.

He texted her another response, but she never got to read it since she's now on the floor, pulling off her panties with the speed of a madman. Her tits jiggling wildly in the blouse as she scurried to rip her underwear down her legs, before shoving it into her face and breathed in harder than everyone else in the room as if she were possessed. She so hard and loud in fact that the other people began looking at her as if she were a freak. After taking in an extremely long breath, she threw her panties on the floor, begging to gasp for air.

After no less than five seconds to regain her breath, she jumped up into the air, breasts bouncing wildly. She decides that she needs more, her own panties aren't enough, she needs the smell of someone else. Looking around for someone who would be willing, she rushes over to a petite girl, it looks as if she were hiding behind her boyfriend while to sniffed her panties.

The smaller girl jumped as Nichole came up, "Can I have your panties for a bit?!" She said with rushed breath and messed up hair. "I just want to smell your aroma that's all. I'll let you hold mine!"

"I- Um," The girl backed up behind her boyfriend, trying to hide herself.

"Ughh," Nichole moaned, how is asking for someone's panties such a bad thing? They're both girls. "Fine screw you," She muttered and began looking around for someone else.

Spying an Arabic girl a couple lengths off, in the process of putting back on her underwear. She could reach her before- Nichole's internal struggle halted immediately as she felt a mighty grip land on her shoulder, holding on fairly tightly. Turning around slowly, her vision was full of cleavage, so close she could even smell the skin off-

Wonderwoman. She stood over Nichole with a face of disapproval, hand firm on her shoulder, "I'm going to have to ask you miss to please-" She paused, for a few seconds, blinking her eyes as if something passed over her. "Take mine!" She said proudly, "I am always honored to help out someone in need." Wonder Woman began bending down, sticking he posterior out as she folded her underwear down her wide hips a second time. After stepping out, she extends a hand out towards Nichole holding her blue tights, smiling. "Use this to your heart's content.

Nichole's face brightened up with excitement, "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Glee stained in her voice.

Nichole was so pleased after being given what she so desperately desired, she almost forgot to provide Wonder Woman with a long wet kiss. Luckily Wonder Woman reminded her by leaning down and perking her lips, Nichole returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around Wonder Woman's tanned skin, breasts squeezing together, Nichole's modest chest is overwhelmed by Wonder Woman's heavenly package. Nichole presses her face against Wonder Woman's giving her a long sloppy smooch, letting her tongue dance with the goddess', after several long seconds of lip-smacking Wonder Woman pulls back with a loud *Slop* saliva connected between both of their lips. Wonder woman struts out her chest for Nichole to grope, which she abides to happily. After groping, bouncing, and giving them a hard squeeze, she finishes by laying a small gentle peck on the top of Wonder Woman's right tit.

"Thank you!" Nichole breaths out, before beginning to breathe in Wonder Woman's panties.

Wonder Woman smiles back, "It's no trouble," wiping Nichole's leftover drool off of her lips with the back of her hand, "I'm always willing to help." She proceeds to put her fits on her hips, looking towards Nichole, proud of her helping out the helpless.

Not hearing any of what Wonder Woman was saying, Nichole sighs to herself as she breaths in Wonder Woman's godly sent; her panties were slightly wet, why's that? Was Wonder Woman aroused? What, was she secretly perverted?

"Take your time, but I'll need-" Wonder Woman halted as if she got an idea. "Actually, keep it, why don't we trade?" She walks over to the floor where Nichole threw her own panties earlier. Bending down to reach for it, causing her to stick her ass out for a solid ten seconds, waving it side to side; failing to notice that her shaved pussy lips are completely visible without any bottom on. "I'll wear your underwear, and you can have mine!" She says matter-of-factly as if she thought of an amazing idea, which, honestly, was a pretty good idea, Nichole was thinking they should do the very same thing.

Wonder Woman began pulling Nichole's badge panties up her long smooth legs, reaching her wide waist she has to stretch it a bit since her hip's much larger than Nicholes. Actually, Nichole's panties are much too small for Wonder Woman's broad posterior. The beige underwear practically sinks between Wonder Woman's cheeks, and her vagina can be easily spotted. But Wonder Woman should mind since it's normal for her not to care about it.

"Alright!" Wonder Woman states, pulling Nichole's panties up as far as it'll go. "Now then, if everyone here is adjusted and prepared, we will carry on further to the Observation Deck!"

"Yes, yes," Aquaman agrees, "Before we set off, does anyone in the masses have a question?"

The petite girl from before raised her hand shyly.

"You there!" Aquaman pointed, "Little one."

"I-" She mumbled.

"Speak up." Her boyfriend urged.

"Um- I- I would like to know if I sound suck on Wonder Woman's nipples!"

"I would too!" A big breasted black girl spoke up.

"I as well." Said a red-head milf.

"I like burritos." Said an obese man with a plate of lasagna.

Hand after hand rose in the crowd, and soon enough every person wanted a taste of Wonder Woman's heavenly milk.

Smiling at all the hands of the young people, Wonder Woman answered. "Oh, of course, we could postpone our trip to the Observation Deck, everyone, please get in a single file line." She said as she reached behind her and undid her top, causing her ample bosom to bounce out.

A smiling blond kid with glasses was first in line, he was grinning and licking his lips like a man who won the lottery. Wonder Woman raised her hand behind the boys head and gently lowered him to her tit when she suddenly stopped.

"By Hera's word!" She shouted, pushing the kid away, "I cannot let a man disgrace my body in such a way, I apologize I didn't inform you sooner." She says to the boy who landed on his ass. "All men in the line, please remove yourselves." She glances over to Aquaman, and he nods back.

"Okay everyone, all of my fellow brothers in the room, follow me onwards, we will enjoy the beautiful views in the Observation Room!"

"Ugh."

"Are you serious?!"

"Aw man!!!"

"I'm not a fan of lasagna."

All the boys grumble, missing out on their chances to touch the goddess most of them had fantasies over. Even still, they all follow Aquaman as he leads them out of the Hall of Justice. Steven tried to talk to Nichole on his way out, but she didn't notice the guy as she was still face-in-pantie. Basically, Nichole's in another world at the time, she feels like she's starting to get addicted to Wonder Woman's aroma, it's like a fucking ****.

Holy shitting fuck! I mean holy fucking shit! I can't believe this is happening, well, okay well by now I can believe it okay!? Don't get your eggs in a basket, I've gotten the hang of these earrings by now, but still, so far I've been using these things to help myself in my immediate surroundings. This is the first time I'm using it to fuck with other people, consciously, and entirely on purpose. I'm literally yards away from these people, yet I'm controlling everything they do like I'm they're characters in my novel. I should write a novel, or maybe a blog, explaining my experiences playing god. I'd pay to read that, heh, and everyone else would too if I said it was normal for them to do so!

"Ya know Zatanna, you're a real help!" I say to my oblivious magic assistant.

*Sigh* "I'm not helping you, stop pretending like I am. Now, would you kindly answer my questions?"

"You're not helping me? Bitch, I know my earrings are making you semi-oblivious, but you're not an idiot!"

I was bored and in the mood to fuck around after Super-girl left and Zatanna came by to inform me on how to work the dam magic hat, it's actually pretty simple. I just put something in there, and when I want it back, all I have to do is imagine it in my head and stick my hand in; I don't even have to lug the tophat around, a simple snap of my fingers while I imagine the hat will make it appear on my person!

But enough of that hat, so Zatanna kept trying to figure out if I changed anything, which I definitely did; I even told her so myself, but then she always says something like 'I'd notice if you changed the world on such a huge scale. I'm not an idiot.' Newsflash, you basically are.

I asked her to take my to the control room, the one she had me in before when she tried to swipe the earring from me, (Look at the good that did her.) I wanted to see everyone on the cameras and test the reach of my earring's influence since I'm aware that range is one of its weaknesses. She refused my order at first, that is, until I used the magic word 'normal,' then she gladly took me here without haste. And instead of sitting on one of the many vacant chairs, I asked her politely to get on all fours and be my stool. Which she declined, at first, until I used the magic word. And now, I'm here, sitting on Zatanna's back winging my legs every so often to knock her breasts as they hang; fucking with all of those poor souls all from the safety of this control room.

I find it ironic that I'm messing with all of these innocent people, and the heroes, ya'know the ones who swore to protect them, are doing jack fucking shit. Hell one of them is helping me, and she's to blind to even notice!

"Achem" Zatanna said from below me,

"Huh?" I look down, "What do you want?"

"I need you to tell me everything you've changed," She says passively, "I know you're changing something but-"

"Look, I've told you exactly what I've changed, it's not my fault you don't believe me."

"There's no possible way you've removed a common article of clothing from all of reality without me noticing!"

"Yeah, and there should also be no way I'm riding you like a horse while controlling a group of women into sucking on Wonderwoman's tits. Yet-" I gesture to the monitor screen, Zatanna shifts her head upwards to try and get a view. "Here we are, look at those ladies, in a neat line sucking on godly tiddies.. Beautiful I say, beautiful!"

"Except that this is all normal and-"

"Hey, Zatanna?"

"What?"

"It's normal for you to suck on your own tits till I tell you to stop."

"Yeah, of course, but I can't place my breast into my mouth from this position."

"That's not my problem, your magic, figure it out."

With a sigh, she nods her head, "Alright, then."

"God I love how easily manipulated you are, it really strokes my ego, thanks for that!"