Earlier that day, with memory loss.

"Oh god, my head hurts. What happened last night?" wondered Sam feeling like hell as he woke up starring at the familiar ceiling and noticing an aching dull throbbing sensation along his forearm. Taking a moment to look at it, it was all red and slightly scabbed over like an untreated burn and a hardness in his side drew his attention. Looking at the his desk like regular in front of him, he noticed he was about 4 feet short of the view from his bad and suddenly became aware of the feeling of the carpet against his skin. "Ugh, that explains why I'm so sore" figuring he'd falling out of bed uncharacteristically. Is that...a carpet burn on my forearm from falling. "Nah can't be but I don't recall hurting it recently," dismissed Sam.

Either way Sam craved more sleep and the comfort of his bed as his brain was barely functioning at this point. Today was an important day and he needed all the rest he could possibly get. So maybe another 15 minutes would do just fine. Most important was not to sleep in and miss the fortress visit. Reaching up for his alarm clock on the bedside table, he quickly stretched to reach it and rolled on his back. Yet, his alarm clocks were still set for a quarter of an hour from now at 6:00AM EST. All 10 alarms his phone allowed. No way was he going to miss the opportunity to see real life superbabes. He still felt incredibly lucky to have won this contest. It was every perverts dream come true.

That being reconfirmed, Sam got up to climb into bed and his head started to spin. He was there in his bed yet he was also here standing. Here in his bed and here standing? That "What the fuck?! That wasn't possible unless ah, I'm dreaming! Cool! I've never had a dream this lucid. This is so awesome! Normally, I wake up about now and don't recall a single thing from my dream," thought Sam as his counterpart began to stir from his slumber. Immediately Sam though I'd test this dream state and try conjuring a milkshake. Much to his dismay, nothing happened. Oh well, conjure people? He tried to picture his sister running to the room naked. Nothing happened. "Okay, not THAT lucid of a dream," lamented Sam.

"There's a doppelganger of me in the room," thought Sam#2 as he woke and saw his splitting image standing before him, "but that's normal enough." Figuring the most normal thing to do would to start a conversation. "Hey dude, you're me?"

"Relax, you're just dreaming still. Or rather I am," replied Sam#1, "one hell of a vivid feeling dream too but I can't control anything."

"Are you sure, dude? I feel pretty awake" noticed Sam#2 laying in bed quickly adding before going, "Well, you're not quite me. You have earrings on and a ring. I'm a pervert but not the cross dressing kind."

"What?" said Sam#1 reaching up to confirm, there was in fact earrings on his head. "Yeah, pretty sure it's a dream. It's not normal, there's an exact copy of two of something, you know?"

"Huh? There's nothing strange about..." replied the other Sam before disappearing in mid sentence.

"Okay, that was weird, "thought Sam#1 as the other version of himself has been normalited out of existence, along with a second green lantern ring and a second set of normality earrings. The later two unbeknownst to him. A little unnerved, Sam reminded himself, this was just a dream so things popping in and out of dreams, happened all the time. Dream logic is really screwed up. Feeling tired and a little sore still, you climbed into bed waiting for that sweet moment your alarm clock would go off and you'd finally be on your way to the fortress to meet real, honest to life, superheroes!

Previously that night on the Pacific Coast at 3:35AM PST, Cheshire was using the cloak of darkness, leaping from box to box pilled high, continuing to traverse the top outer edges of the warehouse. "Which box?" though Cheshire as she looked for a specific artifact. According to the manifest, a shipping container had been unpacked and the items removed from Greece. It should have gone straight thru to Lux Luther who paid an absorbant amount but the stupid smugglers he paid got greedy and placed several kilos of coke into the same shipment. Dogs found it and now the whole shipment was here in this secure warehouse. "Worked out good for me though!" recalled Cheshire as she accepted the offer to be broken out of Arkham Asylum in return for retrieving the item. According to the manifesto, it should be right here on the third shelf, four boxes in from the right. Ah ha! Grabbing the inconspious looking box she tore it open and found ... huh. Plain looking earrings in a n shape. Never one to question a super-genius villian, it was what he described he was looking for.

Ever since Cheshire had been sold into slavery, she knew money meant power and Lux had promised her enough money she could fulfill all her plans for **** against those who had hurt her. That or retire to a life of **** luxury. Wondering why the supervillian even needed her for such a simple job, she heard a shot ring out past her ear. "Stop right there!" declared an armed guard with his weapon drawn and his eyes drawn to her tight catsuit and her breasts. Gently, she stepped forward a little and moved up onto her tip toes and down a bit causing her best to jiggle ever so distractingly and the guard to lick his lips. He fired another warning shot, "I mean it! Don't fucking move!"

Cheshire just responded with a pouty look, "Okay, can I at least get onto my knees and put my hands behind me back? You can come...handcuff me."

Unsure exactly what to do, this was actually the first intruder to attempt to make their way into this facility that he'd. "Okay" gulped out the guard. His throbbing erection taking half the blood from his brain to think with didn't help. There had been drills and more practice drills what to do. If you encounter someone suspicious, fire a warning shot and tell the intruder to remain still. Check. With adrenaline rushing, the guard struggled to remember, "The next step was ...was it to radio for backup or to get the person to drop to the floor and put their hands behind their head?" but looking at the busty woman in the green suit already kneeling, she seemed fully cooperative. "It'll look much better if I subdue her myself before even calling for backup," thought the guard and figured with the sound of the gun shots, "Help has to be on it's way." Just to be safe, he figured he'd radio was he walked closer, "Uhh dispatch. We have a intruder in Isle 31, Sub-Section 12."

"Really, can't handle me all by yourself?" replied Cheshire smiling with a grin from ear to ear causing him to stop his approach as he was like about 5 feet away. Something, didn't feel right to the guard. He was the one with the gun yet he felt like he was in deep trouble. The kind of trouble a man feels when he encounters a cougar in his path. Yet, his pride demanded he not give up just because a woman was taunting him.

"I can handle you just fine. Get down to the ground. Keep your hands behind your head," replied the guard as he slowly circled around. Making sure to use all the distance the wide isle could provide until he was behind her. "Wow, nice ass," briefly thought the guard wasn't quite sure how to approach her. "I guess I just spread my legs and place my feet on the left and right side of her legs? As he awkwardly moved over top of the curvaceous feminine form, his gun tilted to the side as his torso rotated to reach behind him to grab his handcuffs.

Just the sound Cheshire had been waiting for. That sound of inattention and lack of focus. The moment those metal handcuffs started to clank, Cheshire knew there was a 90% chance for a brief moment, the gun would be pointed to the concrete. With one swift move, she scissor-kicked her legs sweeping the guard up forward on top of he as the third shot as she expected. Moments like these, a natural assassin, the world seemed to move in slow motion.

Waiting for gravity to connect him with her, she took out a small knife from her side pocket of her uniform and carefully aligned it with the guard's incoming path while using her forearm to brace his weight. Blood poured from the guard's neck around the edge of the blade as shock registered in his eyes. The blood dripped down the blade of the knife, across the handle and onto her smiling teeth. There was a reason she was in the Arkham Asylum after all. Carefully, she took the gun from his hand with ease as it went limp as the life drained out of his corpse. Hearing footsteps in the distance, she kicked him over her head, rolled on top of him and rolled once more with the momentum so his body was a shield between her and any on-comers. The guards fired and she returned fire. Carefully placing two shots to each guard square in the head around the corner. "Huh, must have been veteran private security," reflected Cheshire as he looked at the bullet holes in her shield allowing his body to slump to the ground, "They didn't hesitate to fire."

"Why would you, my friend, be worth of your own private security squad?" pondered Cheshire as she picked up the box containing the boring jewelry. "Were these things made out of Kryptonite or something?" She knew the items must have been valuable as she was being offered a ton to retrieve it. Briefly, she lamented that now she had to make a choice. To deliver these things to Lex Luthor or keep these items for herself and figure out what made them so valuable on her own. Pissing off a super genius never seemed like a wise idea but neither did selling herself short.

In either case, she quickly climbed up one of the shelving units behind her the first rung then jumped across to an empty spot on a shelf a tier above, bouncing back and forth until she reached the top of an isle. Dashing down the isle along the top, she felt a shot or two wiz past and once graced her leg. "Fuck!" she thought as she quickly dived out the window she'd opened earlier. "I didn't mean to leave any DNA evidence behind..." Examining her leg as she clutched her chest, she walked along the rooftop towards the fire escape she'd climbed up and checked it was just a small cut of a wound. Hardly even scraped the uniform.

Distracted, she never saw Zatanna coming as she made her first strike nor the box vanish from the ground into non-existence. An epic battle later though, Zatanna had subdued her at Bruce's request and knew she needed to make her way back to her audience. This fight had left her unusually exhausted after her long performance and she was feeling uncharacteristically very aroused. Normally fighting and performing didn't have this affect on her but today seemed both natural to be horny and a curiosity Zatanna marveled at. Although she'd never tried it before, she couldn't help but think picking up a woman, man or maybe even a couple would work to satisfy the itch from the audience. Already planning to do a trick where the audience members appeared naked to pick the best of a lousy looking crowd.

"God, what am I thinking?" thought Zatanna as she debated using an audience member as a human sex toy to satisfy her itch before getting back to the task at hand. Try as hard as she could, the box she'd been carrying seemed to have disappeared. "Strange," worried Zatanna as she felt very very strong magic from within that box. Zatanna couldn't help but feel like charging up her magical immunity talisman would be a good idea. Just in case. She'd normally keep it charged 24/7 if it were possibly but the more energy she put into it, the more it could block but also the more it drained to upkeep. Thus, it left her weaker to have it running. Normally, she reserved charging it for mid battle with other magic users or in advanced if she expected one to show up on the battlefield. Rumor has it, the talisman was formed by a God so powerful he could create items that could bend the very fabric of reality and the talisman was the only defense possible.

With that powerful box and whatever was in it gone, it only made sense to be ready for a fight. A very dangerous fight. Whoever had those earrings could be the more fearsome foe she ever meet.

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"Ugh, morning already?!" thought Sam as he started to lay back in bed, turning his first alarm off and closing his eyes again.

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"What the fuck?" turning off another alarm.

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"Ughhhh. My stupid sister must have messed with my alarm cock. Why is it ringing so much!!! Damn you Nichole!" yelled Sam in his internal dialogue.

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"Okay, I'm up...." grunted Sam as he sat upwards from where he was laying before suddenly realizing, it was that day. It was the day he got to meet super babes. Barely remembering the weird dream, Sam rushed towards the bathroom and started to run the shower before turning around in the mirror to stroke his junk a bit and admire his 5 inches in the mirror. Every morning, it was his ritual and he kept hoping one morning for a sudden growth spurt. Much to his surprise, a massive flaccid hang awaited his eyes. It had to be 7 inches soft and quickly hardening under his touch.

Not really believing what he saw, he reached up to slap himself across the face to wake up thinking he was clearly dreaming that weird dream and saw the burn marks on his arm again but felt a slap against his face regardless, "Oh god!" now even more scaly as the skin looked drier and started to fake off. "Oh fuck, oh fuck" though Sam worried that it looked kind of bad. If his sister or mom say it, he was pretty certain he'd get taken to the Emergency Room which means he won't be able to go to the fortress to see the superbabes, before registering that he felt a slap. Thinking about slapping himself across the face again, "Oww, fuck!" though Sam as he felt another hand slap his face. It was at that moment, he noticed the ring on his finger glowing green. "What the fuck?" thought Sam bringing it closer to his face.

"No fucking way!" shouted Sam, "This can't be real!?" A huge dick, a ring that seemed just like the green lantern's that was making his thoughts into reality and a massive burn mark. "The last one, I could do without!" thought Sam wishing it would just heal automatically only to see his ring flash green again. "Holy fuck. Hollly fuck," cried Sam as the green light once again healed his arm. The excitement had gotten him massively hard and erect. Staring back at the mirror it had to be just shy of the thickness of a coke can and twelve inches. Something he could only dream of staring back at him. He'd really woke up each morning hoping for a fraction of an inch bigger. Given he was in his final year of university too, his hopes were rather faded as to whether that would ever even happen.

Sam instinctively jumped to hide his junk when he saw the bathroom door opening to his left. "Jesus Christ!" called out Sam, "It's normal people knock before opening doors you know," to which he witnessed the door partially close and heard a few knocks before the door reopened, and his sister stepped in. Sam briefly thought it was weird she knocked or did anything he told her. Literately, even with a giant dick and magic ring, that seemed less probable.

"Yeah, we'll it's normal people aren't perverted dorks that leave the door unlocked and then start yelling to attract attention so someone will come in and sta...sta....sta...stare at their junk! Holy!" replied Nichole.

"Yeah, well that's a normal reaction to just what I'm packing; pure astonishment and is that a glint of lust I see in your eye dear sister" taunted Sam feeling strangely confident and bold, putting the last part as more of a statement than a question. Given this situation was so bizzare, he had to wake up any moment so why not just go with it figured Sam. His alarm should buzz a 6th or 7th time any moment. He did have 10 alarms and he only recalled 4 ringing.

"Uh, wow. I mean just wow. But no! lust!? Ha, that thing is like a virginity life sentence," mocked his sister, "I mean, who would it even fit in?"

"What? It's going to fit just fine in wonder woman this afternoon," countered Sam.

"Yeah right, why did you find evil supervillian knockout gas, ten cans of WD-40 and you forgot she's not a megaslut like in the spank material you wank it to?" cried Nichole getting fuming mad and a bit of lust running thru her body. Turning around she started thru the door with one hand on the handle. Sam could tell she was going to slam it shut and only had a single second to make a quick comeback.

Sam did spend most of her rant thinking about ...if somehow with this ring...he could get into Wonder Woman or another superbabes pants. The idea always seemed off the table even as he spanked to fake-pornstars in superhero costumes. He figured if he won the lottery, that was the best he could hope for was paying a hooker to reenact one of those scenes; that or if he found himself a really really kinky girlfriend that was into cosplay. "Note to self," thought Sam, "Spend more time at comic book conventions". The best comeback he could come up with was a quick physical retaliation. Like when he thought about slapping himself, he thought about slapping her ass.

"Really? Spanking your own sister?" yelled a barely annoyed Nichole as she turned around to confront her would-be slapper only to see you standing there with your massive erection hanging out in mid-air standing 10 feet away. Confused, even Nichole knew your lanky arm length couldn't span that distance nor could you run back to your original position so quick. Confused, she just quickly closed the door and walked back to her room. "I was just slapped, right?" pondered Nichole if she'd imagined the event. If it had happened, it would be totally normal for her brother to do so, but annoying nonetheless. "That hurt! But why would I imagine my brother spanking me?" This very concept confused Nichole even more than the arousal soaking her panties as she replayed the image of that monster of her brother. "Am I fantasizing about my own brother spanking her? Damn, THAT would be weird!"

With the genius mind, only a pervert could truly understand, wield and apply, Sam's mind came up with numerous attack plans while in the shower as to just how to make Wonder Woman his lover. Stroking himself to several orgasms later, imagining more and more perverted scenarios, anytime his dick fell soft, he used the healing powers to bring it back to fruition. Using the power of this new ring, there seemed like so many possibilities. By the time he'd gotten out of the shower (only because the water ran cold), he'd finalized on one perverted ring usage to try to win Wonder Woman and other superheroes over. Plus, he'd decided upon a test subject to see if it would work. With his mind, he focused on a invisible green vibrating clit-ring that would allow someone's finger to phase straight thru as if it didn't exist, forming and attaching itself to Nichole's clit. He willed that sucker to vibrate on a medium setting anytime she looked at him. If they locked eyes or she looked directly at his dick, a high vibration and if his dick was naked for any reason or she was touching it with her body, ultra-high.

With an unusual absurd bounce in his step, Sam rushed down for breakfast. "If this worked he figured, he'd make it standard that any superheroine he encountered had one such device attached to her clit."

In fact, the next morning, Zatanna was just stirring from her sleep, stretching her long thin arms out above her head. Curled up in the sheets, one could still see the outline her sizable chest made under the material. She briefly yawned and appreciated she had a good sleep. She'd would have hated if she woke up tired as that means she'd also have woken up horny and needing more. "Not today though," she thought before slowly pushing her lover off the top of her onto his back. He seemed completely passed out and that was just fine for Zatanna. Honestly, when she caused the spell to see the audience naked, she'd selected him because he was unique endowed by looks wise wasn't much better than Ron Jeremy.

To make him seem doable, she'd kept an illusion spell going all evening. Tricked her senses into thinking he looked closer to Bruce Wayne than Ron Jeremy. Still, the magic was gone and it was time for him to be as well. He grabbed his cellphone and saw there was a lockscreen on it. "*Shit*", thought Zatanna. If he'd woken up in the middle of the night and taken videos or pictures while she'd been passed out, she'd be screwed. Still, she did her best and wiped his memory before teleporting him back to his address using the driver's license of his wallet. With any luck, it would seem just like a dream when he woke. I mean honestly, could someone that ugly really expect to hook up with her? Reaching across her chest, she was glad to feel the reassurance that the amulet was still there.

The item or items in the box, after all, were still at large in the world. She wouldn't sleep easy until she had it's contents safe in the Justice League vault or destroyed.