The Squat Rack: Gym & Dance Club

"It's the hottest club in town. You're gonna love it!" Karen whispered into Diana's ear. Diana felt the engine rev harder as Karen zipped through traffic lights.

"I'm don't think I should be in public right now." Diana said with almost a whimper. "I'll never get my powers back if I make more bad publicity- UUH!" her words cut off abruptly. Diana wordlessly grunted and her body spasmed.

"That's your problem! Stop thinking!" Karen flexed her Kryptonian femme cock. Once. Twice. Thrice. Now exercising full control of Diana via the miracle of Slut Brain. Diana had technically been under her control from the moment her superheroine femme cock conquered the deep valley of the weakened Amazon's relaxing asshole. Karen loved slowly stripping away her fellow superheroine's dignity, reason, and anything else that didn't look good in fetish wear while being fucked like a bubble butt bimbo slut...

"Phat ass Amazon cutie's like you shouldn't try to think..." Karen whispered. Effortlessly immobilizing Diana with a thought, she started chewing on Diana's earlobe. The skin of Diana's whole body felt a sudden heat as Karen tapped the mysterious nerve clusters deep inside her ass. Karen brought her right to the edge of blissful orgasmic unconsciousness. Then with a thought **** her body to dial back in a slow receding wave. Shuddering, Diana felt her hands moving like she was a marionette. Opening a futuristic looking touch screen on the motorcycle, Diana felt her gaze involuntarily locked onto the screen. Still breathing heavily as her fingers selected a picture. Guided by Karen's warm blanket of control.

"Check out how happy my personal assistant looks since I started taking her to The Squat Rack."

"Mayor Kyle is one of the investors. I'll introduce you... Say 'Thank you Karen, you're a good friend'" Karen teased as her femme cock thumped harder. Added with the vibration of the engine Diana felt a series of short pleasure blasts.

"Thank you so much girl!! I've never had a friend as good as you!!" Diana heard her voice announce as she felt her ass push hard to grind on Karen's crotch. "I love the way you take such good care of your fat ass Amazon cutie! Karen's Amazon cutie never wants to worry about what anyone else says!!!" Diana's voice thundered over the sound of the motorcycle engine. Even as she heard her own voice saying the words Karen put in her mind, they became completely true to her.

"That's my GOOD GIRL!" Karen fiercely broadcast into Diana's mind as her amped up femme cock shot rapid fire cum blasts into her velvet femme cock sheath.

Diana's fingers tingled as she was powerless to resist Karen's mental commands. Everything was getting hazy swiped through pictures like Karen's PAWG puppet.

"Mayor Kyle is an investor there... She's going to love you...

"Everything about The Squat Rack makes you feel welcome... Like you're exactly where you're supposed to be..."

** Gotham Tonight Celebrity News: Billionaire tech mogul Karen Star was seen last night with her new girlfriend, Diana Prince, at Gotham hotspot the Squat Rack. Ms. Prince is a cheerleader and aspiring influencer, studying fashion, and applied behavioral modification at the newly endowed Cale Business Institute at Gotham University.

The two gorgeous ladies partied in the exclusive VIP section with several notables including Mayor Kyle, and supermodel Pam Isley. Unconfirmed rumors say President Catwoman made a brief unofficial visit. President Catwoman is a known friend and political ally of Mayor Kyle, as well as an investor in the Squat Rack so it's not impossible the cat came out to play with her kittens. **

1 Month Later...

The muscle twitches deep inside her powerful glutes were still new to Diana. Something about being at the Squat Rack pushed her workouts to a whole new level. Even for an Amazon warrior like her. An energy seemed to flow into her tight athletic body. Guiding her already divinely sculpted form into something more.

The "Big Booty Workout" Karen gave her somehow worked phenomenally beyond all expectations. The Stareware brand bottoms Karen gifted her felt so tight as they strained to cover her growing ASS. Diana could never truly relax in them as the fabric seemed to continuously grip and massage her, keeping her delicate clit and sensitive anal ring teased. Just wearing them always made her sweat a little as the silky soft fabric seemed to pull tighter to mold her fertile curves. Karen told her to be a good girl and not think about it. So Diana all but forgot about it.

Her deep squats in rhythm to one of the strobing lights, left her flushed as always. Every so often, (or more often than she'd admit) she’d look over her shoulder to see herself in one of the mirrors lining the walls. Grinning, Diana would unconsciously lick her glistening pillowy lips in unrecognized desire at seeing how much her previously athletic rear had impossibly plumped into a true bubble butt.

"Goddess damn everyone in here is so hot-" Diana whimpered to herself as her eyes (and everyone else in the area) followed a particularly sexy Squat Rack member walk by.

"Oh! No-no-no-no-noooooooo!" Diana mumbled realizing her fresh panties were already feeling uncomfortably wet has her pussy still slick from her workout had started leaking.

Feeling very foolish knowing she was exacerbating the problem by continuing to watch the curvaceous woman parade around. She never looked away. Bending forward slightly squeezing her sleek powerful thighs gently, the hot wet fabric of her panties rubbing her pussy lips. Moaning low and husky, Diana unconsciously brought her hands to cup her sensitive breasts. Her manicured nails rubbed her nipples through the fabric of her top.

** BZZZZZTT **

"Aaaaahhh! Why does this keep happening?" Diana blurted out in sudden pain. Quickly palming her breasts through her thin t-shirt. In the weeks since Veronica Cale put the electronic Diva Industries logo stickers over her nipples, she had mostly grown used to the random discomfort. The stickers were seemingly bonded to her nipples and areolae. Most days Diana felt a mild shock at virtually the most embarrassing times possible. Other days it was like a woman's hands were invisibly palming, squeezing, and playing with her breasts. At least today the little multicolored LED lights weren't flickering another odd pattern. Diana always lost track of time when those engrossing patterns accompanied the tantalizing breast play.

Diana was coming to the Squat Rack every day after her classes at Gotham University. She hadn't realized at first how much her suspension from the Justice League was stressing her out. The ongoing shame of it would have been bad enough. But Veronica Cale's relentless campaign to humiliate Wonder Woman in the news was nothing compared to the private hell she was putting Diana through for her remedial program. The only saving grace was the public simply knew Wonder Woman was suspended from the Justice League.

Karen had introduced "Diana Prince" to Mayor Kyle. It was the first time Diana had met the mayor outside of her Wonder Woman identity. As a co-owner of the Squat Rack, Selina Kyle would come straight from Gotham City Hall. Diana figured it couldn't hurt to try building a personal connection with Selina, as the beautiful yet surprisingly down to earth politician insisted on being called.

The Squat Rack had such a festive upbeat atmosphere, Diana found her mood always improved. As a Gotham University cheerleader, she was recognized a lot more than she was used to in her civilian identity. Karen frequently came to workout with her. But Diana was really learning to enjoy the way the strobing neon lights seemed to match up with the music videos that continuously played on the TV screens. Every workout station had cameras recording every angle of the user, and helpfully displaying the feed as a picture-in-picture.

Suddenly shaking her head in a light daze, Diana realized she'd been staring at the live camera video of her ass again. With her dark brunette hair, blue eyes, cute nose, and killer spankable ASS— she was the total package.

Shaking her head slowly Diana didn't register the low-light flicker from her tits through her shirt. She was feeling grateful Veronica Cale was forcing her to work so hard to keep her spot as a cheerleader. Diana's pussy became slick as she imagined so many people watching her perform. One of her thumbs casually stroked the outside of her rosebud through her tight pants.

Veronica Cale insisted that the Gotham University cheerleading squad had to place high in the upcoming regional competition. (Privately Diana thought it might have more to do with the large Diva Industries advertising logos printed on the team uniforms.) Diana had to be very meticulous with her body, taking extra care to sculpt it, to keep it contest ready at all times.

Peer pressure to be on social media regularly **** her to act much more like the college girls she was surrounded by. A very loud portion of her followers favored the large, well muscled yet rounded ass she had. Diana figured no harm, no foul, when it came to fans who admired her firm glutes. All the negative news coverage of Wonder Woman had really been getting to her. Honestly, even the lewd, sexually explicit comments on her Instagram feed were the only positive reinforcement she'd gotten in a while.

“Hey big buttslut- Lookin’ good!!” cooed a husky voice, interrupting Diana's self-admiration in the mirror.

** SLAP **

The delicate hand delivered a single sharp spank to Diana's posed backside. Diana felt her pussy instantly soak her tight spandex yoga pants. The sharp fingertips dug lightly into her firm bubbly ass.

“MY phat college cheerleader ASS feels tight, and perky!” cooed a sultry voice in Diana's ear. Turning only her head Diana shivered as Mayor Selina Kyle's glittering eyes twinkled. Selina's words possessively emphasizing her running "joke" that she owned every sexy ASS in Gotham City.

“Selina! I'm glad you like the show.” Diana said sounding almost giddy but self-consciously thrusting her ass more firmly into the beautiful Mayor's strong grip. The scent of Selina's intoxicating perfume overwhelmed Diana's senses.

"I'm glad- I've been doing the booty builder workout plan you gave Karen." she continued a little nervously. Diana subtly pulled on her tight shirt which was just as skin-tight as her spandex, clinging to her curvy body. She noticed with a start her increasingly erect nipples poked against the tight fabric.

“You've done really well my little kitty slut!" Selina complimented her. A moment later, Diana felt something really small bounce off her throbbing spandex clad bubble butt and land on the floor. Bending at the waist, Diana picked up a quarter from the floor as Selina whistled. "I knew it! You can bounce a quarter off that ass no problem." she enthusiastically announced, not bothering to be the slightest bit stealthy as she openly scrutinized Diana’s meaty butt.

"I-I've gotta go Selina-" Diana abruptly said. "I should get plenty of sleep so I can focus on my upper body tomorrow."

"Oh honey-" Selina chuckled, as she moved to stand behind Diana. Resting one hand on Diana's waist Selina started searching on her phone with the other hand. "I think you, and I both know, you can workout your chest, get a boob job, or anything else. But with the frame you've got, this big fat ass on you is all they're gonna remember.”

Diana tried to suppress a small gasp as she felt Selina's hand casually exploring the sculpted curves of her ass. Desperately trying not to embarrass herself or insult the most powerful woman in Gotham City, Diana breathlessly bent her knees and arched her back the way Karen had showed her. Selina's delicate fingers firmly rubbed the tight fabric of Diana's jeans deep in her sensitive ass cleavage.

“I want to show you something I found earlier.” Selina said holding out the phone for Diana to see the picture on the glowing screen.

The screen glowed faintly pink and purple. Diana stared at the screen for a few moments before recognizing a picture of herself cheerleading at a recent volleyball game. The picture showed her in side profile, but someone had photoshopped her curves. The artist had inflated her ass to **** portions, making it look like she was carrying beachballs under her miniskirt.

As Wonder Woman, she was sort of used to it. Like many superheroines, she was aware of the fact that altered photos of her would circulate online. Many people claimed to be in love with Diana’s ass, so a good majority of the photoshopped pictures focused on ass growth.

“Uhhh..." Diana wordlessly stared as Selina's groping hand pushed more deeply into her ass crack.

“See what I mean?” Selina asked rhetorically slipping her phone in her back pocket. “I was thinking that it could spark some motivation for you.” she gave Diana a playful wink and moved her free hand to more efficiently knead and grope Diana's backside. "You should really focus on pumping up these cheeks before regionals."

“I-I, can't-” Diana **** herself to say.

“Don't worry your pretty little head." Selina husked into her twitching prey's ear as she openly. Her diamond hard nipples poking into Diana's slick muscular back. "I promise I’ll be gentle.” Selina released her Amazonian prey with a wicked grin. Diana unsteadily walked away, unaware of the purple and pink glow in the sexy Mayor's twinkling eyes...

Staring deeply into those beautiful purple and pink spirals, Diana was completely positive the sexbomb supervillainess Catwoman's secret identity was not Selina Kyle. All Diana could think of was taking the neon pink milkshake that appeared with a *snap* in the hand of her friend the Mayor. The cold pink colored shake spilled all over Diana’s clothes.

“Goddess damn it!” Diana cursed, "I don't have any spare clothes in my locker."

“I’m so sorry!” Selina cooed with a wicked grin “Here.” In another unremarkable *snap* a deep purple pair of compression pants and a neon purple jockstrap from her own locker, handing them to Diana. “You can borrow my spare workout clothes." Quickly stripping off her wet clothes, Diana took the soft clothing. Something about the clothes felt different. But so very good. Diana didn't normally wear a jockstrap, but it was just this once. Sliding it up her legs, she felt a giddy tingling moving up her legs.

The jockstrap seemed to melt her resistance. The jockstrap clutched Diana's Amazon Princess femme cock in a strong powerful grip. The back straps tightly lifted her big butt. Diana's ass felt like it was trapped in a warm velvet prison.

Suddenly throbbing Diana’s femme cock felt constant pressure keeping her on hard and horny.. Pulling on the compression pants, Diana didn't notice they were almost transparent. The now glittery neon purple jockstrap was more obvious under the strobing lights of the main room.

The gym was surprisingly empty. Walking slowly towards the weights, Diana couldn't ignore the tightness in the jockstrap, and how it **** her to almost waddle a little bit. The soft fabric of the compression pants tightly gripping her cheeks felt really good for some reason. The burn in her glutes still lingered, seemingly growing a little stronger with each passing second.

“What the—?” she mumbled to herself, thinking the tight jock’s straps must’ve shifted. But as she glanced over her shoulder, she nearly passed out at what she saw. The transparent compression pants stretched even tighter over a much, much larger ass. Diana’s blue eyes bulged. Looking at the wall mirror.

Her slutty cheerleader asscheeks were like basketballs pumped full of jello. Perfectly round, her bubble butt jutted out from Diana’s backside was more an ass shelf then it was when the other cheerleaders fucked her needy pussy and slutty ass.

“Ooooohhh! Hera!” she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head the moment she made contact with her growing ass— simply touching the bubble butt globes set off jolts of pleasure that shot straight to her femme cock which was impossibly hard, which only seemed to painfully accentuate the tightness of the pouch of the jockstrap.

Her giant ass continued to jiggle with every step she took, her femme cock fighting for room trapped inside the curiously warm slick jockstrap. Diana could feel the tension in the jockstrap now getting unbearable.

** SMACK SMACK **

Diana only felt the **** of the spanks slamming into her pumped up bubble butt. The kinetic **** traveled deep into the center of her newly expanded ass valley, and met at the center of her sensitive anal ring. Every newly formed nerve and pleasure center in her ass lit up like lightning arcing through her body. Diana spasmed uncontrollably falling backwards into Selina's waiting arms. Several long minutes passed as Diana's femme cock steadily blasted cum inside the curiously tight hot velvety jockstrap...