Of course she agreed

The first thing that made Kate realise something was off, was when she nearly tripped during a routine exercise.

No, the first hint was feeling her cunt throb from a man staring at her. That shouldn't be happening!

She was barefoot, stretching and bending in nothing but a small t-shirt and thong. Then her host sat to watch her and as much as she was originally adding a sexy sway to her exercises for her girlfriend's enjoyment, she had unintentionally moved herself to show off for Mike instead of Mari.

But all of that was something Kate Kane, a lesbian superheroine, didn't want to think about at all. So she ignored her moistening cunt, she ignored her hard nipples. She pretended she wasn't thinking very un-lesbian things until her tiny t-shirt and thong suddenly became too small.

She tripped and landed on her front. While pushing herself up, she noticed that even with her arms straight... her udders were still touching the floor.

Udders?

She stood up awkwardly, and realised her legs had changed, she had hooves and thin red fur stretched up her leg, stopping about where some thigh-high socks would. While trying to get her balance, one hand went to her head and found... horns? Little cow horns?!

And any further pondering was thrown out by how much her fucking massive udders were jiggling! Kate numbly pawed at them, moaning... mooing at how they felt. Absent-mindedly, she noticed her thighs were thicker, ass fatter, and pussy plump enough to protrude.

She sighed tiredly. Thinking too much was tiring her poor cowbrain out.

Cowbrain?

A loud, familiar, moo drew Kate over to where Mike had been. She found B'wana Beast, helmet on, fucking her herd sister... her girlfriend... Mari. The superheroine Vixen was sporting hooves, horns, and udders like Kate. She was a cow too! Kate shook her head, she wasn't a cow.

"You are a dumb cow!"

The voice echoed in her mind, her empty little head the voice corrected her. The voice sounded like-

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"We are live at the Starrware Company Building where CEO Karen Starr is about to give a speech. Starrware has been leading the market in technologies since the..." the news reporters all were giving their prefaces, their summaries, trying to keep the attention of their audiences as they waited for Karen Starr to appear.

Channel Three would keep her audience if she called herself Candi instead of Candace... Channel Twelve could do with bigger tits for her low-cut top... fucking hell this Earth is so weird. I miss Earth Σ...

The woman stepping tonthe podium didn't look like a CEO. She looked like a CEO's Secretary/Cumdump/Trophy Wife. Over six foot, then taller still thanks to towering eight-inch heels, whenever Karen Starr met someone, they almost always ended up talking to her massive Bimbo Tits. Her red lips were full, inviting. Her blue eyes shone and her flaming red hair went down to just above her jiggling phat ass.

"Gentlemen of the audience, and watching from home, work, travel, or wherever this reaches you..." nobody picked up on Karen Starr failing to include "Ladies". Some were getting notifications of several dozen videos being posted anonymously online.

"Two years ago, a career criminal was discreetly given a pat on the wrist and disappeared, only to recently be seen in the company of a criminal organisation called 'the Society'." The videos were of Selina Kyle. Five years of videos recorded by Security Cameras, Movie Cameras, and Camera phones. Sucking off Regime Soldiers, getting spitroasted by politicians and world government officials allied with the Regime, and so on.

"Despite being a publicly known Agent of Superman, Catwoman didn't get put on trial like the others." People saw videos of Regime Members fucking Catwoman in various states of undress, using and abusing her holes to her very vocal enjoyment.

"People in government were assured by Bruce Wayne that Catwoman was his spy, providing his Insurgency with the Intelligence needed to defeat Superman." Then there was the video of Selina Kyle on her knees eating Superman's ass while she jerked his cock.

"New material has surfaced that frames it differently. Rather than a brave woman of less than noble origins bravely risking herself to help Bruce Wayne and the Insurgency... it would appear that a woman of immense appetite used the crisis to satiate her lusts, and of her loyal paramours covering for her." A particularly damning video, Selina riding the Congolese Superhero Batwing. Saying she's a badgirl and to fuck her harder than Batman.

"I am not condemning this woman, she is who she is. I am condemning Bruce Wayne and his followers for concealing this from us. Starrware has bought the distribution rights for this material and will not tolerate secrecy like this in future." Inwardly, Karen was cackling. Her company was going to makena lot of money off of Catwoman's ass, and soon other heroines would join.

Once enough heroines were outed as cum-guzzling bimbos, they'll be able to push forward on societal reforms.

For under the red wig, she's a blonde Kryptonian woman from Earth Σ, raised to live for the Patriarchy by her cousin Ultraman. Like all the women there, she knew her place was beneath men, and she had come to help other universes see that.

She is... Power Girl.

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B'wana Beast sat on his couch watching the TV, kneeling between his legs, Kate and Mari were sucking gently on one nut each. This was much better.

Still... he looked at Mari and her beautiful black skin, and thought of the women living nearby. Maybe he deserved a larger herd? Though... he joked to himself, the local women were about as dumb as his two cows without him fusing them with a dumb dairy animal.

Elsewhere, the Lords of Order watched as one of the heroes untouched by the recent years of conflict subjugated two formerly strong and independent women. He would bring stability to  the area, uniting many groups under his banner.

Kent Nelson watches, feeling more in control of himself than he has in a long time. As it turned out, Nabu had enjoyed breaking in his female slaves when he was a younger man of flesh and blood, and this new path for Order was making him nostalgic. It was then he remembered that Dinah and Oliver were about to confront Grodd's mysterious backer when last he saw them, he lifted his Helmet up and left to make sure his friends were alright.