The first trio are chosen (Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Power Girl)

Disturbing reports had been coming out of Gateway City all week. It wasn't that there was trouble, exactly, Wonder Woman was still operating there and responding to calls like she always had, but the Justice League computer had flagged an increasing number of weird rumors. It was the sort of random perverted thing that would usually get blown off as the usual internet nonsense, but yesterday, someone had uploaded a clear video.

Wonder Woman, or at least someone who looked like her, could be seen in it, and she was behaving nothing like her usual self. Diana hadn't answered her comms, either, which was also out of character for her. The League leadership was getting concerned: if Wonder Woman was compromised, it would take a serious powerhouse to handle the problem. Fortunately, Supergirl and Power Girl had been teaming up lately, and they took the call to go talk to Diana. Hopefully, they could clear all this up with a simple woman-to-woman chat.

Supergirl spotted Diana mid-jiggle in Centennial Park, her breasts practically spilling out of that star-spangled top like overfilled water balloons. From her vantage point hovering above the trees, the problem was immediately obvious. Diana’s chest had ballooned to at least three times its usual size, each breath making them sway hypnotically.

"Damn, Diana," Supergirl muttered under her breath before touching down beside her. "What the hell happened to you?"

Diana turned with an absurd grin, bouncing on her toes to emphasize the exaggerated motion even more. "Supergirl! Come to admire the majesty?"

Supergirl shot a look at Power Girl, who had just landed beside her. The expression on Karen’s face mirrored exactly what she was thinking—what the actual fuck?

"Okay," Supergirl said, crossing her arms under her own (smaller, but still perfectly respectable) chest. "You realize you’ve been calling yourself Wonder Boobs all week, right?"

Diana just laughed—a breathy, flirty sound nothing like her usual commanding tone—and squeezed her own breasts together with relish. "And why not? Feel them!" She thrust her chest forward eagerly. "They’re spectacular!"

Supergirl recoiled as if Diana had offered her a handful of spiders. "Nope. Nope, we are having an intervention. Right now."

Power Girl didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Diana’s wrist in a firm grip. "Watchtower. Now."

The scent of roses and cheap body oil hung thick in Diana's room as they burst inside. Diana collapsed onto her bed with a dramatic sigh, her hands immediately migrating to paw at her swollen breasts again.

"Seriously," Supergirl snapped, grabbing one of Diana's wandering hands. "What happened to you? The Diana we know doesn't grope herself during debriefings."

Diana blinked up at her, her other hand still kneading absentmindedly. "Oh, don't be such a prude."

Power Girl pinched the bridge of her nose. "Have you touched any magic artifacts recently? Anything new? Anything... boob-related?"

Something flickered in Diana's eyes. She hesitated for a second, as some memory interrupted her self-molestation. "There was...there was something in Greece. An ancient vault...wait."

Diana's cheeks pinked and she sat bolt upright. "Aphrodite came to me! But then..." Her breath hitched at the memory. "Oh gods, it felt so..."

A sudden pink glow flooded the ceiling. The air thickened with the scent of roses and saltwater, and that's when they heard it—that throaty, amused voice that definitely didn't belong on the Watchtower.

"How delightful," it purred. "All my favorite playthings in one place. It's time, my loves, for the Goddess of Love to once again spread her true Gospel in your world."

They all looked up to see the haze of pink light give way to a window to an impossibly blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds.

Aphrodite lounged atop a floating cloud of silk pillows, her golden curls cascading over her shoulders as she regarded the three heroines before her with an amused smirk. Her divine presence radiated warmth and desire, filling the room with an intoxicating haze of perfume. Power Girl and Supergirl exchanged uneasy glances while Wonder Boobs—Diana—simply grinned, her colossal chest rising and falling with each breath, her fingers toying idly with her own nipples through her straining top.

"My dearest champions," Aphrodite purred, stretching lazily. "I must thank you again, Diana, for finding my Amulet. Without its power, I never could designate my Emissaries and their roles of old again."

Power Girl and Supergirl looked uneasily at one another before Supergirl dared to ask, "Emissaries? What do you mean?"

Aphrodite laughed, a musical sound laced with lustful undertones. "Why, those who will spread the Gospel of my Love to the world, of course. You shall receive new names to match your roles, and my blessings will flow through you to let you better suit your mission."

"Wonder Boobs has already begun her sacred duty—spreading the gospel of mammary delight and the power of a woman's unique charms." She flicked her wrist, and Diana's cleavage pulsed outward another inch, making her gasp in pleasure.

Power Girl swallowed hard. "Okay, okay, we get it. But—what about us?"

Aphrodite's smile widened. "Oh, darling, you're next."

She floated closer, her fingers dancing over Power Girl's toned abdomen before tracing up to her already impressive bust. "Karen Starr, my Power Girl... you shall become Power Pussy."

Power Girl's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Aphrodite giggled. "Your mission is simple, my dear—teach men the art of worship. No more flying off to punch villains. No more modestly covering yourself in battle. Your body will change—your hips fuller, your thighs softer, your cunt... irresistible." She leaned in, whispering, "Every man you meet will crave the taste of you."

Before Power Girl could protest, Aphrodite turned to Supergirl, who fidgeted nervously. Standing before a goddess, she couldn't simply fight like she would any normal supervillain.

"And you, little one," Aphrodite cooed, stroking Supergirl's cheek. "Sweet, innocent Kara Zor-El... you shall be reborn as Super Slut."

Supergirl's mouth fell open. "Super Slut?!"

Aphrodite nodded. "Your mission is service, darling. No more saving the world—just pleasing it. Your ass will grow rounder, your lips plumper, and your mind... oh, your mind will be so eager to obey." She snapped her fingers, making Supergirl shudder as sudden warmth spread through her core. "Soon, you won't be able to help yourself."

Power Girl stepped forward, fists clenched. "Aphrodite, enough—you can't just—"

The goddess silenced her with a kiss—soft, deep, and utterly disarming. Power Girl's knees nearly buckled as desire flooded her senses.

"Oh, but I can," Aphrodite murmured against her lips. "And you'll learn to love it."

She pulled back, admiring her handiwork—Wonder Boobs, groping herself shamelessly; Power Pussy, flushed and breathless; and Super Slut, biting her lip with needy anticipation.

"Now," Aphrodite sighed, reclining back onto her pillows. "Let the lessons begin."