Selina and Holly grow closer while the ramifications of Tom's words cause all sorts of problems

As they put the lights down to watch the next anime, Chester whispered to Tom.

"You don't really think Catwoman's a lesbo, do you?"

Tom rolled his eyes.

"How would I know? All I've heard is she runs around in a catsuit with a whip, soooo . . ." He mimed a whip crack. "If anybody wants that pussy, they gotta do what Mistress says."

"Ahem?" Tammy said annoyed as Marissa's pick began playing.

"Sorry." Tom said sheepishly as Azumanga Daioh began.

***

Selina finally broke the kiss, her tongue incredibly long, skilled and oddly sandy - almost rough. Just like a cat's, Holly thought and giggled, then gasped as Selina slid a hand up to cup her breast.

"Oh, God, Selina . . . I've always wanted you, you know that, right?" she panted.

"I know, Holly. Mmm." she replied, nibbling at her neck as she sat splayed on the bathroom counter, tiny, precise fingers now working one breast, while the other hand slid up her leg. "Kiss me again."

Selina kissed her again, those massive, ridiculous breasts of hers smashing her up against the mirror and radiating heat like twin furnaces. Holly raised a hand weakly to try and stop her but just ended up grabbing a handful of titflesh instead, kneading instinctively. What felt like years later, they both came up for air again, panting. The hand that had slid up her thigh was even bolder now, pulling down her soaked panties.

"But- but Selina!"

"More like Boob Boob Selina now." Selina joked with a chuckle and thrust her huge chest even harder against her while her hands did things that made her moan.

"Suh-Selina! Stop! I'm serious! Oh God, what if this is just the diamond making you do this? I want this SO fucking bad but I can't- what if- what if you turn back to normal and hate me afterwards?"

Selina stopped briefly and looked Holly dead in the eyes, pushing a lock of her strawberry blonde hair out of her face tenderly, as her best friend's face contorted in an agonized frenzy of emotions.

"Holly. Baby. I could never, EVER hate you. Even if this is just some weird magic shit, I- I honestly don't think I can stop myself. The smell of you alone . . ." she shuddered, her boobs rippling like Jell-O as she did so. "I NEED you. So, do me a favor, OK? Just relax, have fun and enjoy your personal Selina Rabbit for the night."

"I- Selina-" Holly started but then, her face went slack.

Selina was surprised how quickly the suggestion took root. Holly's face and body language suddenly and immediately relaxed into pure happiness and she sighed in delight.

"Whatever you say, Mistress." she cooed, making Selina bark out an amused laugh.

"Mistress, huh? Well, if that's what you're into . . . Mistress says take off that bra and kiss me again."

Holly's hands flew up to her back and unhooked her bra in seconds, letting her perky C-cups free and tossing it into the nearby bathtub before leaning in to give her another passionate kiss. They each gently massaged one another's breasts as they did so, moaning into one another's mouths.

Selina lifted her up by the waist and carried her to the bedroom like she weighed nothing at all before breaking the kiss and dropping her on the bed.

"What does my good little **** girl want now?" she purred. "Or should I just tell her?"

Holly kicked off her soaked panties from around her taut calves where Selina had pulled them during their earlier makeouts and giggled like a schoolgirl. She was so glad Mistress had told her to relax and have fun! All those stupid worries she was having just vanished from her head the moment she said that. And asking her, her little **** girl, what she should do? Mistress was so kind, so loving! She was so lucky that she belonged to Mistress! This was going to be the best night of her life!

"Your good little **** girl wants to feel you, Mistress . . . feel you everywhere." she moaned, spreading her legs wide and looking up at her with hungry, gleeful blue eyes as she bared her pussy.

Selina didn't need any further encouragement. In less than a second, her hands and new, longer tongue began feeling and licking every inch of Holly's naked body at superhuman speeds, making her cry out with delight.

***
A few hours earlier, at the JLA Watchtower, a variety of aggrieved superheroines were trying and failing to keep on their underwear.

"OK, this has graduated from stupid prank to fucking ridiculous!" snarled Hawkgirl as her second set of bra and panties disappeared the moment she walked out of the women's locker rooms. "Do you know how much my bras COST? I have to order them custom to get around my wings!"

Vixen sighed as she walked back inside the locker room as well.

"Girl, I feel you. I paid $250 for that damn sports bra." she sighed.

"Hmm. Let's try something else." Black Canary said with a frown. "You girls see anybody out there?"

"No, why?"

Canary took a deep breath and strutted out of the locker room in just her bra, panties and fishnets . . . all of which promptly disappeared.

"Well. I guess we just learned something. Hoo-fucking-ray." she said rubbing her forehead, now completely nude.

"What was that brilliant idea about?" Hawkgirl said with a snort.

"I don't know, I thought maybe if it wasn't UNDERwear, it would stay on? Like, I know how this freaking works?"

Jessica Cruz frowned and spoke up softly, crossing her arms over her braless chest self-consciously. While not especially busty, she'd always had extremely large nipples and was self-conscious about them. She used to get teased mercilessly in High School whenever it got suddenly cold and boys used to stare until she started using extra padding and wearing multiple layers.

"Um. I tried to make underwear with my ring and that didn't go away until I walked out of the locker room . . . so, I guess it just all only goes away if we're in public?"

"God, Ollie's just going to LOVE this." muttered Black Canary as she dug back into her locker for new clothes, eventually coming up with a black one-piece bikini she used for swimming in the gym's pool and sighing. "Better than nothing, assuming it even stays on. Otherwise, it's time to have my costume chaff the hell out of my naughty bits."

Jessica Cruz poked her head out of the locker room and looked back and forth.

"Um, looks like you're all clear if you want to . . ."

Dinah took a deep breath and walked past Jessica, one arm over her pert B-cups and another covering between her legs . . . only for the black swimsuit to remain.

"Hey! Ladies, I think I just cracked the Magic Pervert Code!" she said raising a fist up in triumph.

"You have got to be kidding me." groaned Hawkgirl. "Bikinis? Under our costumes?"

"Hey, better than nothing." Vixen said with a shrug, digging around for a daring yellow two-piece she kept in her locker. "Thanks, Canary."

Jessica concentrated.

"Ring, um, make me a swimsuit under my uniform, not underwear. A thick one-piece like Dinah's!"

Her ring glowed and she felt the energy construct bikini beneath her uniform remain intact as she stepped outside to join Dinah.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief and patted Canary on the shoulder, closing the door behind them.

It was good timing as suddenly The Flash appeared with a smile, still cautiously looking at the air instead of directly at the two women.

"So I, uh, just got those bad guys safely put in prison or locked up here in the Watchtower so Bats can do his scary cop thing to them later and uh, I was wondering if you needed me to, ah, go get you new . . ."

He blushed beet red.

"Panties?" Canary said teasingly.

"Oh, jeez, don't say that word!" Flash said blushing even worse. "But yes, I could, y'know do my speed thing and-"

Jessica put a hand on his shoulder.

"That's sweet, Flash, but it's OK! We're all OK. We figured it out - well, kinda. We can wear bikinis as underwear, just not, uh, actual underwear for some reason."

"Oh, thank GOD." Flash said with a sigh. "I wasn't relishing at the thought of pulling a superspeed trip to Veronica's Secret or whatever. Like, I don't even know your sizes!"

Canary smirked and cooed "Well, bra-wise, I'm a 34B usually but that goes up to a 34C whenever I skip one too many workouts or I'm on my period and retaining-"

"Haha, wow, good talk, glad you're OK but I gotta run, bye!" Flash said, vanishing in a burst of superspeed.

"Boys." Canary said, rolling her eyes with a chuckle. Jessica couldn't help but giggle in response as well.

"Could you imagine if Power Girl was here with us? She'd probably punch a hole through somebody, she'd be so mad."

***
Oracle was about to pull her hair out. Luckily, she was one of the few superheroines unaffected, perhaps because she was in her home base, the Watchtower, but others weren't so lucky, most notably it seemed, Power Girl.

The news footage of CEO Karen Starr tearing off her clothes to expose her body was thankfully blurred out but it had already gone viral over the last hour. It was only a matter of time before someone sold the uncut video for a tidy sum. She'd sent Jesse Quick to make sure she was OK, only for Jesse's own underwear to vanish immediately as she left the JSA HQ. While complaining about the world's worst superspeed chafing, she nonetheless got Karen Starr out of that press room before she could put on another show, taking her back to Dr. Mid-Nite for a full exam. Word had come back was that she was perfectly fine physically . . . but refused to put on a stitch unless **** to, which- God knows what the hell that even meant.

Barbara sighed, making a mental note to try and create a virus or something to hunt down, find and delete the footage later - right now she had other things to worry about.

She sent out a mass alert text to all the superheroines in her network.

"WARNING: An unknown phenomenon is causing the underwear of superheroines to disappear in public. Please stay indoors as some of us are also now displaying uncontrollable exhibitionism. Please contact me immediately if you feel any other strange effects and, again, please try to remain indoors if at all possible until we figure this out. - ORACLE"

***
Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress, sighed as she sat in the Gotham City Planetarium, looking over the students to make sure they were behaving themselves. Substitute teaching was usually a lot more rewarding than chaperoning a bunch of unruly high schoolers to the museum but it was a pretty easy paycheck. She stifled a yawn - she'd been out doing a lot of recon on a faction of the Yakuza that was threatening to make a move on Gotham last night and was a bit exhausted. She moved in her seat to stretch . . . just as her bra and panties vanished.

Her D-cups, usually well contained by the best minimizing bras she could find, strained up against the fabric of her conservative button-up blouse unopposed, thick nipples rubbing against the cotton fabric. She yelped in shock, drawing the eyes of everyone in the audience, which was exactly the opposite of what she wanted.

"Geez, Miss Bertinelli must REALLY love space!" snorted one of the teen boys as he turned around, causing a chorus of giggles.

"Uh, it's not THAT cold in here?" came a snarky girl's voice muttering. "Jeez."

Helena blushed, both embarrassed and angry, slumping down in her seat and covering her chest with both arms, trying to recapture her dignity with a startled expression.

"Hey! Eyes front!" she said in an angry stage whisper. "Watch the-"

One of the boys took his phone out with a hopeful, pervy gleam in his eyes. Helena fixed him with an angry glare.

"Don't even th- thiiiiink . . ."

Helena felt her nipples go rock hard and pussy get wet, eyes going unfocused for a moment. All these horny teen boys would LOVE that, wouldn't they? Seeing their busty, sexy substitute teacher's big fat nips straining against her blouse? But, she really shouldn't, should she? It'd be totally hot and appropriate if she was in costume but she wasn't The Huntress right now, so it wouldn't be at all acceptable to-

Another boy got his phone out and pointed it at her.

"H- hey! No phones! F- finish watching the show." she said, but in a much more unsure tone of voice, voice breathy.

"We'd rather watch YOU put on another show, Miss Boobanelli!" hooted another boy in the crowd, to laughter and cheers.

Miss Boobanelli? Fuck. They'd probably call her that the rest of the year now, Helena thought with a mixture of bliss and disgust. They'd just keep staring at her big tits everyday, trying again to catch a view of her hard nipples over and over. Not even bothering to hide their stares, cameras out all the time, taking pictures of her. Fuck, that was . . . hot. She shuddered, licked her lips and tried to get control over herself and the crowd again. Another phone shot up and she gasped, which caused more phones to shoot up, either out of lechery or a suspicion she was about to provide them with juicy footage for an embarrassing video. Embarrassing like having her big fat titties practically bursting out of her blouse. All she'd have to do at this point was just lower her arms and-

She shook her head violently, trying to clear it. She was a teacher, dammit!

"Sh- shut up! Watch- watch the thing! The uhhh, space . . . thing! God!" she huffed, starting to sweat. Her nipples felt like diamonds against the rough fabric of her cotton blouse, stabbing into the flesh of her crossed arms. God, she was getting wet. This was bad, she couldn't be so wet and horny in public, at least right now! She was a teacher!

"Awww, c'mon, Miss BOOBanelli! Show us your boobies!" called out the first boy with a smirk, leering at her crossed arms, which with her pressing her tits up and out sans bra, was now giving a glimpse of far more creamy titflesh between the blouse's buttons than it should have. Helena grimaced as he clearly zoomed on on her panting frame.

This was bad. So bad. She was an adult and this was inappropriate! Not just some slut! Not just some big boobed hot teacher that they all wanted to take pictures of and jerk off to later, although that would be such a nice compliment. Mmmm, Miss Boobanelli indeed. Fuck, it would be so easy, so hot . . . but no! She should stand up for herself. Stand up! She stood up on shaky legs, arms still fiercely crossed over her chest.

"Ooh, Trey's in troouuuble!" someone sang and Helena briefly felt back in control of the situation as she strode down the aisle and into the main row . . . before somebody laughed.

"Holy shit, did she piss herself?" somebody said and everyone laughed.

Helena's eyes went wide as she realized that, with no panties on, she'd soaked through her light grey skirt!

"No! I-" she began, then realized the truth was even worse, but before she could think of something else to say, even more phones popped out. The whole class was taking her picture now. Her pussy, already hot and wet, began gushing uncontrollably. It was too much to handle. Her whole body was shaking now, covered in sweat.

"Ugh! Is that what I think it is?" a nearby girl said, appalled. "What a slut!"

In the quiet of the planetarium her words traveled across the entire room. Whispers of "slut" and "skank" and "what is WRONG with her?" echoed all around her along with nervous laughter and more catcalls from all the boys. Helena groaned, clutching her chest tighter but knowing it was useless - now they were all looking at her tight ass and wet pussy. Oh, fuck, it was so wrong but so hot.

"I'm- I'm not- stoooop . . ." she panted weakly, turning around in the dark auditorium and stumbling towards the exit, feeling feverishly hot and unsteady. She just had to get out of there! She rushed in a panic down the dark aisle towards the exit, both hoping and dreading the idea that it was still dark enough that the footage wouldn't be clear.

Unfortunately, she tripped on a backpack left carelessly in the aisle in the darkness and found herself stumbling. She shot out a hand to steady herself and her tightly contained breasts immediately rushed back out against her sweaty blouse, swinging and jiggling like mad as she nearly fell. Two buttons popped, the blouse not meant to take the strain. If it wasn't clear from earlier that she wasn't wearing a bra, this absolutely would confirm it, especially with everyone capturing her on video.

It all happened in a matter of seconds but it was too late to put the genie back in the bottle. She awkwardly rushed to cover herself with her arms again as she steadied herself, squashing her tits down, but at least two buttons on her blouse had popped open and doing so just made even more of her boobs jut out of the top of her overtaxed blouse.

"I- I-" she stammered weakly, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse. "I have to-"

"Yeah! Shake 'em, baby!"

"Ew! What a SLUT!"

"Show us your BOOBS, Miss Boobanelli!"

"SHOW US YOUR TITS!"

She groaned, trying to walk backwards towards the exit on unsteady legs, unable to turn around because she was trying to hide the stain of pussy juice around her ass on her skirt. Certainly not because she was unable to stop facing them all tit-first. Not at all because they were all staring at her boobs that were almost out of her blouse with their cameras on. All their phone's lights flashed like fireflies in the darkness, tracking her, watching her. This was so humiliating, she thought, even as her pussy dripped down her legs like a faucet and she felt herself edging towards an extremely inappropriate orgasm.

"Fffuuuuuck . . ." she moaned helplessly.

"MISS BOOBANELLI! MISS BOOBANELLI!" they began to chant.

She almost made it outside . . . but, as she bumped against the doors with her round ass, the sensation surprised her and she instinctively reached out behind her to open the door. The outside light backlit her form as she finally let her arms drop, letting her D-cups bounce and jiggle yet again, nipples jutting like diamonds from the material as she thrust out her chest with arms outstretched behind her to push the doors open. The strain made another button gave way and almost her entire chest was now suddenly thrusting out of her blouse as she panted, literally panted, tits heaving like mad and the blouse painted against them like a second skin by her sweat.

"FUCK YEAH! MISS BOOBANELLI!"

The boys all cheered and the flashes of their phones started going off like fireworks in the darkened auditorium. It was too damn much! Helena couldn't help it - she came then and there, screaming in the doorway, the orgasm taking her by surprise even though she knew was close.

"Ah! AHH! FFFUU- MMMMFF!" she said, trying far too late to muffle her screams by biting on her lip, before stumbling out of the dark room into the museum proper, startling everyone around. As the doors closed slowly behind her, she slumped against a nearby wall, still cresting down from the powerful orgasm, tiny whimpers coming out of her mouth where she was still fiercely biting her pouty lower lip.

The second the doors closed behind her, however, it was like somebody threw a cold bucket of water over her head.

Her violet eyes went wide with horror and her jaw dropped, a faint line of blood dripping down her chin from where she'd bit her lip. A nearby mother covered her son's eyes and gave Helena a dirty look as they moved on quickly, then gave her admiring husband a nasty look and a jab to his ribs to make him stop staring and do the same.

She slumped down the wall, too stunned to even stand. She'd just came hard in front of her students!

"What. The. FUCK!" she growled in a strangled yelp of rage, her afterglow quickly vanishing . . . even as she could faintly her students cheering and still chanting "Miss Boobanelli" over and over. She rushed away to the nearest bathroom, now shaking with fury and humiliation instead of arousal, too upset to care or notice anyone around her reacting. Her mind raced. Her teaching career was now in the garbage, unless-

"Oracle!"

Rushing into the restroom and locking herself in a bathroom stall, Helena dug into her skirt pockets. Her hands were shaking so hard, it took her two tries to open up her phone, but she finally did so with the intention of calling Oracle immediately - only to find a text from her waiting. She read it and unleashed a howl of pure fury.

"WELL, THANKS A FUCKING LOT, ORACLE! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT TO KNOW THAT FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES AGO! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! FUUUUUUUUCK!"

***
Starfire had already came four times from all the nice people taking her picture, and not quietly, which drew even more of a crowd, which made her feel even hornier and happier. Her body was buzzing with delight and she gave off a low glow, her peach colored skin faintly covered in sweat. What was the opposite of a "vicious cycle," she thought?

She was close to a fifth orgasm, gently cupping and squeezing her tits for the crowd, wiggling her hips back and forth to move the tight fabric of her g-string against her pussy, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she felt it coming on.

"X'Hal, YES! I'm soooo close . . ."

"KORI! WHAT THE HELL?!?" came the shout of her friend, Stella Gomez, who also happened to be the local Sheriff. Kori opened her eyes, blinking dreamily, as she saw Stella storming past the crowd, looking furious.

"Oh! Friend Stella! How are you?" Kori said brightly with a goofy grin.

"How am I? HOW AM I? How the hell are YOU? Jesus, Kori! What are you WEARING? What are you DOING?!?" Stella sputtered, yanking one of Kori's arms away from her tits angrily.

"I know you're an alien or whatever but you can't just BE WRITHING out in public like A GODDAMN STRIPPER!"

Kori bit her lip sadly, glancing at all the wonderful people with cameras around her, many of whom began to boo at Stella's outburst. Distantly, she remembered that she was supposed to be working and Stella was technically right - even if it felt so wrong to obey Earth's ridiculous laws about "public exposure."

With a pout, she sighed.

"But - but I thought this was the minimum of clothes I could wear without breaking the law? I am so sorry, Stella, it's just that- well, they had cameras and I am a superheroine, so . . ."

She shrugged elegantly, as if that explained everything, while Stella stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Now kiss!" someone in the crowded yelled.

Stella whirled around to yell at whomever said that but Kori thought it was a marvelous idea to show how sorry she was. She grabbed her friend's face, turned her back to face her and kissed her deeply. Stella was briefly too shocked to resist as the audience cheered and took pictures but quickly shoved her away.

"Ptui! Kori, GOD DAMN IT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TODAY?!?"

Kori frowned. Why was her friend so very mad? She was just showing off for the cameras like any good superheroine would . . . even if she may have accidentally orgasmed in public a few times from how good it made her feel. Well, several times now. And put that that young man's cock in her mouth for a swimsuit in public, which she now remembered was also against the law. As was briefly showing that nice motorist her beautiful breasts in full, oops. Oh, and she was late for work, which wasn't probably against the law but also wasn't very responsible of her. No wonder her friend was so angry! What to do to make things right? Suddenly, she had a wonderful idea!

"I apologize, Stella, I have indeed been very naughty! Do not worry, I now know what I must do!"

"Thank Christ! I thought I was about to have to take you in for-"

"Hello, everyone!" Starfire announced as she floated up in the air. "I love you taking my pictures very, VERY much, but it gets me FAR too excited, so I cannot be doing this in public! Also, I am late for my work! So . . ."

The crowd groaned in dismay.

"You must come inside to watch me frolic with and care for all the sea creatures! I will still be wearing ONLY this but will ALSO be soaking wet all over and my breasts will jiggle delightfully as I swim around! Follow me!"

The crowed cheered and ran after her as Kori slowly flew into the aquarium entrance like she was doing a breaststroke, blowing kisses at her admirers as she did so, long legs spread just enough to give a lewd display of her soaking pussy barely covered by the blue g-string.

Stella moved to stop her . . . but was nearly trampled by the crowd as it seemed like half the town rushed past her and began demanding tickets to the Aquarium.