With Some Arousing Suspicions

You know, deep down, I'm a nice man. At least, I like to believe that I am. Sure, dropping a handful of pennies into a donation jar on my way out of a grocery store is the extent of my courteous behavior in the grand scheme of things. But who knows? The three cents that I didn't want to weigh down my wallet might've saved someone's life! Logistically speaking, that's not the case, though; a man can dream!

Now if you compare all my good-deeds to my bad ones, well I'd be proud to say that I'm a solid 50/50; not too good, not to bad. And in the world I live in, you can't have both, you're either good or bad, an angel or a demon, a priest or a perverted uncle in the closet.

So yeah, I'd say I'm a pretty nice human being; not a hero mind you, but I'm not a villain either. I'm just an average, decent, guy. Maybe a bit perverted, but come on, who isn't these days? Shit, in the spirit of releasing this chapter on a Sunday (Hopefully,) and the fact that I'm such a nice guy in general. I'm going to describe the events that transpire, without using a single curse word; ya'know, ignoring the 'shit' I used at the beginning of this sentence.... and the one I just used moments ago. I can already feel the warmth of Paster Louis' smile on me; he must be so proud, or is it, Frank? I honestly don't remember his name.

Anyway, I know what you're thinking, 'Sam what the heck are you talking about? Stop lying to yourself; you're a freaking freak, did you see what you just did to Supergirl?' Well- now that I'm thinking about it myself, that thought probably never crossed your mind. There's no way you could've thought that, I bet you didn't even remember my name!

God, I'm rambling again. Okay, okay back on track. You see, I brought all that up to imply that I'm a good guy, a decent guy at least. And honestly, that would be true if it weren't for my fuc- my fricking penis. I'm not exaggerating when I say that Lil Willy, Big Billy, all of them have minds of their own. It seems as if whenever I'm posed with anything sexy or arousing in the slightest. They pop up out of nowhere and take control of my brain; now, I love them, as any man would love their genitals. But they're the sole cause of 90% of my problems, in the spur of the moment, I do something straight up idiotic and get what I deserve. But now because of this fortunate turn of events, the status quo of my life has changed, with these earrings, the Willies can be absolute retards without worrying about any retaliation what-so-ever. Whether that's a good thing or not is up to interpretation.

Because of these Willies, and the perverted urges they bring with them; I'm finding myself being more brash, more blunt, ruder than I normally would be in these arousing situations. In all fairness, before I had these earrings, I've never even managed to do a third of what I've done today. Just a couple hours ago, the closest I've ever been to a superheroine was when Starfire tried to go undercover as a student in my school. Efficiency on the 'tried,' it was pretty obvious she wasn't a regular student, with the orange skin and stuff...

As Big Billy's pent-up rage subsides, the perverted proverbial fog that's been clouding my eyes dissipates with it. And now that I'm back to being myself, (one could argue that I've been myself this whole time and I'm merely using my dick as an excuse for my perverted behavior,) I can finally think straight.

The sight of Supergirl, the idol that inspires all the young woman in her city, naked as the day she was born, splayed across the cold, metal, floor; the semen of a total stranger plastered atop her smooth skin. She clearly wants to spit out Billy's gift, yet she can't since her bright red, and now partly white, panties are lodged in her mouth. All she can do is stare at him and slurp on her own panties until he gives her permission to dislodge the damp drag. The same woman that can apparently destroy planets by flying through them, is on her knees, naked, waiting for my permission.

This whole situation is a real power trip if I do say so myself, but seeing her like this. As a typical guy without any horny urges. Well- I'm starting to feel... Bad? Woah, this is a new feeling. I've never felt, 'bad' before; I mean, remorse, yeah definitely. I've done some fricked-up crap in the past, and I sure as hell felt remorse once the punishments for my actions started chugging. But 'bad?' Nope, never felt that before. I've always had regrets for my past misdeeds, like when I tricked my sister into washing her natural blond hair with my sticky chode; it was hot and fricking hilarious at first, but when Nichole caught on and ratted me out to Mom, well that's when I started to feel regret.

If you don't get what I'm saying let me make it obvious for you, I typically feel not one drop of remorse for my actions, that is, until I get caught and or punished. Then, and only then, I start to feel the feeling of regret. But now that I have these earrings, it's basically impossible for me to get what I deserve. And since punishment isn't on the table for me, theoretically, I shouldn't feel remorse!

For some reason, I feel bad for her. Maybe because unlike Zatanna, Wonderwoman, or Black Canary. She didn't do anything to tick me off, Wonderwoman knocked a wall on me, Black Canary was yelling at my friend who just wanted to eat an absurd amount of lasagna. And Zatanna tried to take away my normal abilities.

Supergirl on the other hand, literally walked in to put on some make-up. Maybe I feel bad, because for once. I'm the bad guy, but with a bit of afterthought I've basically been the bad guy since the beginning, but this is different. I should probably let her go and do whatever she's been aking to do...

Though...

Lil Willy began to grow a little stiffer in my pants as I looked down towards her and grinned. All this blabbing I'm doing is probably a moment of weakness, and while I have her here, it wouldn't hurt to take a few pictures, you know; for memories sake. Oh yeah, that brings me back to what I was doing, I can't find Black Canary's phone anywhere in this tophat, I need Zatanna's assistance. I hope she's not doing anything important, not that it matters. As long as I make it normal, she'll drop whatever she's doing to fit the new status quo.

Bruce grimaced, adjusting the miniature light source currently hooked behind his ear; in the aim of improving the distorted lighting to display the device, he's constructing. Resting in the calm dimly-lit room of his library, Bruce is currently tinkering with something that, from what he is aware of sofar, should prove to prevent him from being fooled by the mysterious magic at play.

Feeling the air around him heat up, he set down his soldering iron onto a metal tray; spinning around in his chair to face the brown leather couch across him, right before-

*Shapoof!*

Zatanna appears on the aforementioned couch.

She's visibly in a good mood, leaning back, arms wrapped around her bright black hair; sporting the natural grin she uses on a regular basis during her magical spectacles. Her current choice of clothing happens to be her classic magician outfit. He expected her to have worn something more comfortable or relaxing, as while most people- notable men- would say that her choice of attire is pleasing to the eye; it doesn't make as much sense to wear on an everyday basis. Though the fact that she decided to meet him in her work clothes proves she's taking him seriously, he respects that part of his comrades; even if someone them, like Berry, joke around more than they should at times, when shit fits the floor and lives are at stake, they know when to be serious.

"So what happens to be the reason of you summoning me here master Bruce?" Zatanna said, in an effort to mimic his blatant butler.

"You're not Alfred," Bruce said calmly.

She grins while spinning her wand absently, "Oh, thank god I'm not-"

"I suppose I'm not supposed to take offense to that," Alfred says, coming into the room with a certain grace only he can pull off.

"Oh!" Zatanna jumped, to her feet. Causing her breasts to bounce gently inside the confines of her corset, she should definitely strap them down since there's nothing to keep them in place. "Alfred- I was uh-"

"It's no matter, Mis. Zatara," He says with a curt bow, "I understand, who would want to be an old man like me?"

Zatanna quickly bows back in his direction, "No no no, I meant-"

"Alfred, how much information were you able to obtain?" Bruce, not one to let conversations dither too far off course, interrupted.

"Ah yes, why don't you see for yourself?" Alfred pulled out his black suit and reached into a pocket. "As you can see," He retrieves a metallic box and swiftly tosses it onto the table behind Bruce. It lands with a small, *Thunk* and proceeds to project a display with a blue hue. "This individual, in question, goes by the name of Sam Dean."

The display shows a slow spinning 3D model of the perverted earring-snatching scoundrel, below him, are three smaller figures; two female and one male.

"So these three are his family members..." Bruce mutters to himself, waving his fingers across the display to expand their images. "Though, are they aware of his behavior?"

"Well after doing a background check on his entire intermediate family, apparently he has had multiple past occasions of 'indecent' behavior to phrase it lightly."

"Mmhm.."

"Which makes sense, it just so happens that once he gains the ability to continue with his mayhem unrestricted, that he would **** it." Clearing his throat, Alfred expands the image of the man, "Apparently his father left him at a young age, abandoned him, to be frank; growing up through puberty with two above average looking females is bound to cause him to have less control of his hormones."

"That excuse isn't good enough to justify his behavior, I grew up without parents."

"Yes well, you can't truly compare yourself to-"

*Achem*

Both of the men turned to face Zatanna as she called for their attention.

"This is what you wanted to talk about, I had my suspicions." She walked over to the wooden table and leaned forward, resting her shoulders on the hardwood. "I thought you were finally going to admit you needed help with the Arkham escapees, but this guy's a close second."

"Yes, Master Bruce was supposed to be resting-"

"I am resting." Bruce gestured down to himself, "I'm out of my suit."

"Sir, you've been chasing criminals all night; removing your armor will not give you back the energy you need." Alfred says with a shake of his head, "But you already know that."

Zatanna's eyes shoot up to Alfreds, "Wait, he's been up all night?" Her face turned into one of concern for her close friend, "Bruce, are you serious? You've been fighting criminals all night, and now you're trying to outsmart magic?" She walked closer to him and placed a caring hand on his shoulder, "Take a break. A real break, please. You don't have supernatural strength or unlimited energy, you're just a man, Bruce."

"She's right, you don't want to become the cause of your own destruction."

"Let me help you," Zatanna backed away and clapped her hands. "I can-"

"You tried helping, and you ended up making him stronger."

"Wait, are you talking about-" She looked at him, confused.

"You allowed him to obtain both earrings," Bruce sighed, "But I'm not upset, I know you were under his control."

"No no, Heheh, you're getting it mixed up." She raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "He wasn't controlling me or anything of the sort, I had the whole situation under control; trust me, I'm the magic expert here."

"No," Bruce turned around, in his chair. "Zatanna, you need to trust me, he's gotten into your head."

"I don't mean to be brash, but I'm ten times more knowledgeable in this type of stuff than you are, if anything goes wrong I'll notice."

"And the fact that not even you are able to resist is worrisome."

Zatanna crossed her arms over her chest, "Why do you doubt me? I thought we trusted each other-"

"Exactly," Bruce leaned forward in his chair. "I'm telling you, as a friend, you are being played with; I need you to trust me."

"I-" She sighed and uncrossed her arms, "I do trust you, but I feel like you're just tired and not thinking straight-"

"Answer me this, and be completely honest."

"What is it?"

"Why," He paused and looked her in the eyes. "I need to know. Why, would you ever, let a random kid you don't even know have access to magical items that can control, and reshape reality itself."

"I-"

"Just explain to me why you would do that."

"Because- I'm fine with- No- I'm happy with him having them."

"Why, are you happy with him having it?"

"I- I don't know," Zatanna huffed, "I just am,"

*Snap* "Exactly! Look, I know you don't see it yourself. But you're smart, think about it, you were only happy with him keeping the earrings, after your meeting with him." He spun back around to face the desk, "In fact, let me show you something."

"Oh shit-" Burce heard Zatanna mumble to herself, "I got to go right now, I'll be back!" She raised her hands and snapped her fingers then-

*Shapoof!*

She disappears with a white puff of smoke, leaving Bruce and Alfred in silence, the only audible sound being the light buzz of the projection on the wooden table.

After a couple of seconds, Alfred broke the silence, "I do say, sir, you have a tendency to scare all the nice young ladies away. Do you think she happened to leave her oven on?"

"Doubtful," Was all Bruce said in response as he reached for the metal tray on the table and retrieved his soldering iron.

"Since you're not going to heed my advice and take a quick nap anytime soon," Alfred said, looking down to see what Bruce is working on. "I must admit, I'm curious. What are you working on?"

Bruce shifted his hands to the side, to give Alfred a better view. "This," He picked up an eye lens that was recently removed from one of his masks. "Will prevent what happened to Zatanna to happen to me."

"I'm so conflicted," I say looking down towards Supergirl, "Should I let you go? Am I weak? Will I regret letting you free later? Heh..Heh, letting you free, it sounds like you're my pet, well; you basically are my pet at this point." I leaned down like I would to talk to a petite dog, "You're a cute little girl, aren't you? Yes, you are, oh yes you are!" Man, I'm a fuc- freaking jerk, -still can't curse, it's Sunday after all- keep sucking on that, I'll let you go on your way once I take your picture.

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slop*

Ah yes, music to my ears, anyway; I need Zatanna, she'll know how to work this hat.

"Achem, hey Superchick, check this- It's normal for Zatanna to come to me whenever I say her name three times in a row." I hold up a finger to her, "Alright, now watch the magic, Zatanna Zatanna Zatanna!"

.

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"Give it a few se-"

*Shapoof!*

Zatanna appeared in the empty bathroom, bringing a massive amount of white sparkling dust with her, which didn't dissipate fast enough in the reasonably small space, forcing me to gag.

*Cough* *Cough*

"Ugh, that smoke, can't you teleport without it?"

"I can, but-" Her gaze flickered to the naked superheroine on the floor. "Oh my," She looked down, slightly shocked. "What happened here?"

Supergirl just looked back up to her, sucking on her panties as if it were a pacifier.

"Hey, Supergirl, you can take that out of your mouth."

Instantly, with the speed of a bullet, she yanked it out and threw it on the ground. "Bleh, t- that- Ugh, that was disgusting."

"Yeah, I bet it was, hey; it's normal for you to explain to Zatanna why you're on the floor like that."

Zatanna raised her brow at my statement,

"I got on my knees in front of him so he could look at my body while he masturbated with my underwear, when he was done jacking off he got up and shot his load down my throat and over my body, then I shoved my panties into my mouth."

"Yep, that about sums it up," I walk over to her, still splayed on the floor, bending down I pull her up to her feet with no resistance. "Does that answer your question, Zee?" I walk behind Supergirl to give her one last wack on her bare ass before I remembered how much that hurt me last time.

-Yeah, I gave up on not cursing, idk what I was thinking that's fucking retarded-

"Well, I guess." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you were masturbating, it makes sense for her to want to make sure you were aroused, so that adds up... I-"

"Okay, shut up, come over her and give Supergirl's ass a nice, strong wack."

"What? Umm, no. I'm not doing that."

"When are you going to realize," I grab Supergirl's right tit and sqeeze it in my palm, "After you let me have these earrings, you have no control anymore."

Squeezing Supergirl's tit one last time, I let go and walk over to where Zatanna is standing, arms still crossed over her bust; I pushed her arms apart with ease and with one hand, yank her corset down having her breasts spill out in my face. My face collided between her cleavage as I went to town on her breasts, covering them left and right in my saliva. I brought her nipple to my mouth and gave it a nice, long hard suck. After pulling back with a loud *Plop* I look to her face, she's looking back at me as if she's deep in thought.

"Alright, now you see how hard I sucked on your nipple?" I raise my hand and grab her other nipple between my fingers and pinch it hard. "Do that, but to Supergirls ass-"

"Okay okay, look, I'm trying to figure out what's normal, and what's not; I know for sure, spanking her on her rear, isn't normal."

"Yeah you're right," I say, letting go of her tit, "Let's change that!"

"Wait," Zatanna squinted her eyes towards me, "Don't even try to-"

"It's normal for women to acknowledge each other by slapping the butt of whoever's ass is the largest."

"Oh- Uh- You're right!" She said as if she forgot something important, "I'm so sorry Kara, I completely forgot."

"Hah, no worries, I sometimes forget to stick my ass out when I'm bending down." Supergirl spins around and swings her hips as she walks over to Zatanna, "Alright, can you hurry up I actually have something I need to do." Supergirl turns around again and presents Zatanna with her thick rump.

"Oh? Okay, let me just.." Zatanna raises her hand back slowly, then after a couple of empty seconds, she brings it down towards Supergirl's ass like a belt.

*Wack!*

"Fff-" Zatanna moaned to herself, whist holding her palm. Then grinned towards Supergirl, "That hurt,"

"Yeah.. Sorry, I get that a lot." Supergirl's eyes glanced down to Zatanna's breasts, then immediately began to blush. "Y- You might want to pull that backup." She gestured to her top.

"Hm?" Zatanna cocked her head and looked down, then blushed herself. "Oh, my god I'm sorry!" She swiftly yanked it back up.

"No no no no, keep that down!" My hand shot out like a man possessed and yanked her corset down again. As her boobs spill out on my hand, I begin absently groping it. Then I shoot out my 2nd hand and grasp Supergirl's smaller package. "On the one hand, we have a massive tit, it feels natural and satisfying as my hand sinks into it." I shake Zatanna's large breast as if I'm weighing meat, which I kind of am if you think about it. "And on the other hand," I jiggle Supergirl's smaller tit, "We have a smaller breast, compared to the first one, some might say this is small, yet; it's average size, and feels like a nice peace of-"

"How long are you planning on playing around like this?" Zatanna said, eyeing my hands. It's as if she's trying to keep an eye on me to see if I do something that isn't normal; news flash, none of this is normal!

"Yeah," Supergirl added, "I have a lot to do,"

"Yeah fine fuck you guys, Zatanna wins the breast competition anyway." I walk back towards the sink, dragging Zatanna along with my by the hand. "You need to teach me how to use your hat."

"The hat you stole from me?" She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "Why would I-"

"It's normal for you to teach me how to use this hat."

"It's easy," She started without missing a beat, "All you have to do is place your hand in like so," She puts her arm inside of it to demonstrate, "And think about what you want, imagine it. And-" She pulls out a box of raisins. "Voila! I put these in here a while ago, luckily raisins stay fresh."

"Fuck your raisins," I slap them out of her hand and take the top hat from her, "So I just have to imagine the phone and I will-"

"Black Canaries phone? You won't find that in the hat, you left it in the board room, so I gave it back to Dinah."

"You did what!? How am I supposed to take a picture of Supergirl nake- Fuck!" I turn around, fully expecting to see a naked Supergirl. Instead, I see a vacant urinal.

"I don't know, but she's gone now." Zatanna shrugged, causing her breasts to ripple, she grabs the hem of her corset and shakes her breasts back in place.

"Meh, it's whatever, she'll be back anyway. Moreover, in a skimpy bikini!"

"Huh? Why would she come back here wearing that?"

"Well I took her clothes, so she needs to wear something."

"Yeah, I see that, but why would she wear a-"

"And I used the earrings to make it normal for her to come back here in a bikini," I said with a bright smile,

"Really? So you're using the earrings to make people do things they normally wouldn't?" She placed her hands on her hips, "You know as a heroine I can't let you do that."

"Oh but you can," I reach behind her and squeeze her buttocks, "You will, and you have."

She seems more upset at my words than she is at my hand between her ass cheeks "Just because I'm happy with you keeping the earrings, doesn't mean I won't do what must be done to protect-"

"Boink!" I pock her breast and watch as my finger sinks in, "Oah shit! I just noticed you're not wearing a bra!"

Zatanna shook her head at my statement, "What's a bra? Wait, no, stop trying to change the subject."

"I erased a vital piece of female clothing, and you're none the wiser!" I give bother her breasts a slap, as I back away from her. "I also changed how everyone uses the bathroom, you see before guys and girls had their own separate spaces, ya'know for privacy? Well not in my new world, who needs privacy anyway? That's so 2018."

"You? Y- You haven't changed anything!" Zatanna said with a gasp, "I promise you, I've mastered the art of magic, if you changed anything, especially something that big as you claim; I'd notice!" She crossed her hands under her bust and shifted her hip to one side. "And if you even tried to do anything, I'd stop you before you got halfway sweety."

"Yeahhh, suree-"

"Crap." Zatanna removed her hands from below her bust and brought them to her waist, in the process of removing her stockings.

"Uh- what are you doing?" I ask with honest curiosity, did I make a normality that I somehow forgot about?

"It's been two hours since I last sniffed my underwear!" She says in haste to pull down her stocking and get to her panties.

Yes, yes I did.