Power Girl's boob-smother knockout

“This has been fun, Wonder Woman,” Power Girl said. “But… Wouldn’t you say it’s about your bedtime?”

Without another word, Power Girl slowly pulled on the back of Diana’s head, guiding the humiliated Amazon’s face into her busty boob window and holding her there. The once-mighty now oh-so-sleepy superheroine could only offer a token resistance.

“Buh… Buh… Buh…”

“Shhh…” Power Girl hushed the babbling bimbo, gently swaying side-to-side. Her impressively bulky rack brought Diana’s sleepy, soon-to-be-snoozing face along for the ride. “And good night, Wonder Woman…” she whispered in a soothing voice.

Power Girl arched her back as the rush of victory washed over her incredible body, and she pressed Wonder Woman’s face in deeper. The fact that they were both wearing their super heroine costumes, minus the Amazon Queen’s bustier, made it all the more thrilling as Power Girl’s soft kryptonian bosom wrapped around her face. There was nothing she could do to get out of this inescapable hold, and the Amazon was losing consciousness fast.

“Oop, sleepy sleepy…” Power Girl giggled. Diana could only offer a weakened, sleepy sigh in response, as her empty head drifted deeper and deeper to rest. She’d never been so humbled like this. Wearing her proud costume, passing out to a boob smother while her own tits were hanging out…

At last, that weary head of hers settled, and she fell asleep in the softness with nothing but a faint passing outward motorboat of breath through her snoozy lips. Her noble face was comforted by the soft, silky feel of Power Girl’s motherly bosom giving skin-to-skin contact on her face from all sides through the boob window she’d been pulled through. With that final burbling exhale, she went out, her body shuddering in sleepy surrender to the Alpha Female, Power Girl.

“Awww…” Power Girl smirked, reaching down to thoughtfully stroke the royal Amazon’s raven locks with one hand. “All that power… All that might… Falling asleep to my boobs…”

The Queen of the Amazons shuddered once again in her sleep, and nestled her face a bit further into the welcoming Kryptonian bosom, as if fulfilling an **** desire to feel safe and secure between the invincible Power Girl’s breasts.

“Oh?” Power Girl laughed. “Do you like it in there? Maybe I should just keep you, hmm? Keep you under lock and key in my tits?”

Wonder Woman groaned sleepily, dragging slobber across the insides of the impeccable breasts that stole her mind from her. Seeing her in such a weak state was so thrilling, and seeing her seek comfort between the very same knockout breasts that put her lights out was so amusing to Power Girl.

“Are you drooling in there, Diana?” Power Girl clicked her tongue in mock disappointment. “How rude. I put you to sleep for the night, and this is how you repay me? With a big mess to clean up? I suppose you can’t help it… Your body just isn’t made to handle things like these without getting knocked out and slobbering everywhere. Snoring~ how embarrassing~”

Power Girl sighed in pleasure, still stroking the raven locks of the limp Amazon into place, enjoying how she could just lie there. The work was already done. She didn’t have to pull Wondie in, hold her in place, any of it. She could just stay still, comforting her passed-out loser of an ally, and let her smother herself out deeper with those big breasts either side of her head. Not even trying to get out from the boob window her head was through.

Eventually, the blonde sighed deeply, shifting her breasts and the Amazon along with them helplessly. Then, holding her by the hair, she pulled her out from between the boobs of doom, out of the boob window, and stared at her stupid fucking knocked-out face. Mouth hanging open at an angle, both eyes closed, dangling from her hair… it was a look quote unbecoming of a supposed top Justice Leaguer.

“Aww… You’re sleeping…” Power Girl chided. “Wakey wakey~”

Power Girl reached forward and gently shook the Amazon awake, still holding her head up by the hair with her other hand. “No sleeping on the job!”

Eventually, the outmatched and gobsmacked Amazon came to, though not without much time and assistance from the superior woman.

“Uhhh… wh-whassz? Whazzat?” she asked, bleary-eyed and confused.

“Wonder Woman lost to my boobs!” Power Girl giggled, happy to share the news with her dazed and boobstruck captive audience. “Wow! So all it takes is somebody stacked, and you’re out cold, right? Sound asleep~”

“Wh-What? What arr… what are you…?”

“If somebody shoves their tits in your face, do you just lose?” Power Girl asked in an innocent voice, as if she was genuinely looking for an answer.

Wonder Woman slowly shook her head, trying to clear the fog and shake all of the bits that had been knocked loose back into place. Sh-She was Wonder Woman… proud and noble Wonder Woman, Queen of her people, renowned superheroine, symbol of inspiration for women everywhere… How was she so fucked up at the moment?

“I can see it now!” Power Girl continued, with no response from said fucked-up loser. “Wonder Woman, smothered asleep on the battlefield by a passing shortstack~!” she smiled. “Stone-cold limp on the sidewalk while the rest of us do the real fighting!”

“Uhhhh…” was all the dazed and reeling bimbo could muster in response. The corners of her vision were started to darken, and she could feel sweet slumber’s cozy embrace pulling her in… She would sleep again, any time now… She didn’t have it in her to fight it anymore…

“She’d spot you, strut over, and just pull your face into her chest! You wouldn’t struggle for long before she dumped you flat on your ass and went about her day, just leaving you dozing and dreaming! Ko’d cold by a random busty bitch! Sounds right to me~”

“N-N-No, th-that wouldn’t… that would never… n-neverrrr…” Wonder Woman sounded drunk, and she was already cross-eyed, as her voice faded away to nothing. Sure enough… she was asleep yet again, dangling uselessly by her hair.

“Aww, Diana, don’t hit the snooze on me so soon…” Power Girl pouted.

Cracking a grin, Power Girl stared at the “noble” face a while longer. Still held up by the hair, lips pouting, and both eyes rolled upwards and crossed in the middle, each open this time even as her entire body was totally limp. Her arms lay lifelessly either side of her body, hands pointed down towards her equally lifeless legs. Had the sudden return of oxygen knocked her out again as her brain was trying to recalibrate? Wonder Woman. Hah. Stone-cold limp, dangling by her hair, and making the stupidest fucking sleepy face she’d made yet. She wasn’t so tough after all, then. Just a weak little whore with big tits. But not big enough…

“Fuck. You.” Power Girl whispered, pulling Diana’s ****, unresponsive face in close to her own. Then, without another word…

“Nnf!”

…Power Girl shoved Diana’s face back where it belongs. Stuck between her tits, pulled through her boob window. Knocked out.

“Ahhh…” Power Girl let out a pleasant sigh, settling back on her bed and enjoying the feel of a helpless Diana, utterly crushed and humiliated, as she closed her eyes and prepared to go to sleep for the night. Poor Wonder Woman would just have to snooze in there for the night, lodged between the two silky-soft chest pillows which had handed her yet another utter defeat - in more ways than one.