Power Girl starts

Power Girl gives you a slow smile. "Well, Sir, I think I'm the obvious choice here. I've got assets that none of the others can match." To emphasize her point, she traces a finger along the edge of her boob window.

Zatanna snorts. "Oh, come on!" she says. "All superheroines have big tits. There's a reason they call it the most common superpower."

"Maybe," concedes Power Girl, "but not like mine. I have the largest breasts of any superbeing on the planet. And they're not just big, they're perky... perfectly formed...." She whispers this last breathily, staring at you with smoldering eyes -- an effect lost on you, as you are staring directly at her chest, with no attention to spare for her face.

"Hmmm...." you say, stroking your chin, "they're definitely nice, but I'm not sure they're the best." Power Girl looks surprised at that, but before she can respond you say "I think I'll need to do a hands-on examination to be certain."

Power Girl smiles naughtily at that, realizing what you're getting at. "Yes, Sir," she says. She grabs the edges of her boob window in both hands and rips her leotard open. Her amazing breasts flop out for your enjoyment.

"Magnificent," you whisper. You reach out your hands almost reverently, hardly able to believe your luck. Somehow, actually seeing this enormous expanse of flesh makes it seem far more real than when you'd first suggested this. You briefly glance away from the pleasant view to look at Power Girl's face, nervously checking for any hint that she might have snapped out of whatever weird trance is affecting her. She smiles encouragingly at you. Reassured, you grab hold and squeeze.

Black Canary's earlier words had given you a bit of worry. Would Power Girl's invulnerability mean that her flesh was hard or leathery? But that worry was unfounded. Her breasts are wonderfully soft as you squish them in your hands. However -- you take hold of her left nipple and give it a sharp twist, watching her face for any hint of reaction. Nothing. Any normal woman would have flinched in pain. Apparently you can't hurt her -- this is unsurprising but nevertheless disappointing.

"It's not just my rack, Sir," Power Girl says. "I also have the most money of any of --"

"Most money!?" exclaims Wonder Woman. "I'm a princess!"

"Well, until American businesses start accepting Themysciran currency -- or until you start allowing men on that island -- that's not really going to be much good to... uh..." She blinks. "What is your name, Sir?" she asks respectfully.

It takes you a few seconds to respond, enraptured as you are with the stress balls attached to her chest. "Hm? Oh, I'm John Doe," you say distractedly. The realization that the heroines are so wrapped around your finger before they even know your name encourages your growing hard-on even more.

"Right," says Power Girl. "Anyway, in my secret identity I'm CEO of a major business," -- this comes as a surprise to you, as you had never realized Power Girl had a secret identity -- "and I can also make diamonds by squeezing coal in my fist. That doctor Wonder Woman mentioned? I can get you the best medical attention on the planet."

"Really, Power Girl, why be so stingy?" says Black Canary sweetly. "We have the best science and magic available to us in the Justice League for our own medical problems. I'm sure we can bring him to our own doctors. Or do you think that just because Mr. Doe doesn't have any powers he isn't good enough to enjoy the benefits we get?"

"No!" you say sharply, releasing Power Girl's tits to turn and frown at Black Canary. "Not a superhero doctor."

"Why not?" asks Black Canary, surprised.

Because any doctor who's used to working with superheroes will find out about my new power, you think, but of course you can't say that. "Because I said so," you say instead. "And you shouldn't question my decisions. Remember, men have brains and girls" -- you turn back to Power Girl and resume your exploration of her chest -- "have tits."