She does what she's told.

You can see the emotions play across Kara Zor-El's face and her aura. Fear, guilt, arousal, panic, anger, doubt, trust. She looks up at you through her glasses with those big blue eyes and stands firm. Love and trust become the predominant feelings even as her breath continues to shake.

"Tell me what to do."

That beautiful face gazing up at you, the soft, voluptuous body squeezed into the tight school girl uniform... the tiny tartan skirt that just begs you to ravage her, and that hickey on her neck, the beastial proof of your ownership of her. There is so much that you want to tell her to do, again and again and again.

"You don't have to do anything," you smile, caressing her chin with one hand. "Just be your sweet self, my big tittied school girl."

She blushes as you call her that, then gasps as with your other hand you press the kryptonite to her bossom, snuggling it into the cleavage of her innocently exposed school girl breasts. It really doesn't matter where the Gold Kryptonite touches, so long as it touches her skin, but she's your girl and you want to play with her.

The effect is immediate, Kara's body reflexively draining the radiation from the stone even as it ravages her insides. Reflexively Supergirl pulls back, but you hold her tight. She thrashes reflexively against you, but is not truly struggling to escape. She'll no doubt feel guilty later, but you already forgive her and understand. Within your aura vision you watch as the golden radiation dances through her system, seeming to crystalise and trap the sunshine that gives her such amazing powers. The shining light within her is gone, but the dark that remains is also glittering and beautiful. Her body becomes weak in your arms, her movements human and slow. The Gold Kryptonite is now just another rock, it's radiation infused permanantly to Supergirl's form.

Now that she's calming down, you can hear her sniffle and cry as she leans against you. The stress of the process having hit her hard.

"It's quiet. It's so, so quiet..." she pants and gasps. You look to Zor-L and see her eyes watering in understanding and agreement. No more powers, no more hearing screams around the world. No more pressure to live your life for everyone else.

"Thank you... Thank you so much..." She stumbles before reaching up on tip toes to kiss you. It would take time to adjust to not being able to float at will. Her eyes shimmer, full of more than love for you, but a deep and true devotion.

In response, you pick her up, carrying her like the delicate princess she is. From the corner of your eye you can see Zor-L shift and move, staying off to the side and not catching her younger self's attention. She doesn't want to leave, she wants to watch, fingers pulling away her little thong.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

"Heavy... good... light... I feel so small..."

You grin at that, looking down at her massive breasts.

"I'm going to take good care of you now, don't worry."

You reach the bed and gently lay her down, she prepares to curl up but you stop her, instead positioning her on all fours, her ass in the air and letting her cuddle her face into a pillow. She's not so out of it she cannot tell what your 'good care' will entail.

"Kara Zor-El. The sweet hearted school girl," you coo as you admire her in this position, those beautiful breasts pressing against the bed, those silken legs trembling, that smooth ass just barely hidden by the little skirt. "Kara Zor-El, happy and in love." You stroke her back like she's a kitten, making her purr. "Kara Zor-El, sexy teen." You move behind her gripping the hem of her skirt and lifting. Do Kryptonian girls just love thongs? Or where they always wearing them especially for you? You slide your fingers under the thing dark material, pulling it down and enjoying her whimper as her hot, wet little slit is exposed. "Big tittied Kara Zor-El, squeezing into her school girl uniform, showing everyone her baby belly."

She moans as you repeat what you said this morning, but now there is no reason not to act on the desire, not to fulfill the burning want in you both. Her hips roll in invitation, in need, and you are happy to answer.