Titgirl, the planet's most beloved superhero

Meanwhile, at the office of The Titopia Globes, the planet's biggest and most prestigious news organization, mild-mannered 19-year-old intern Claire Kent is getting chewed out for screwing up her boss' coffee order again. Claire is wearing a simple black skirt, a white collared, and a pink sweater. She has thick black glasses and her blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail.

It's a very conservative outfit, but anyone can tell why Claire chooses not to show off her chest like most Titopians do: She's barely got any tits.

"A latte with breastmilk! Is that so hard?" The editor shouts at Claire, slamming the coffee cup down on her desk. She's wearing a burgundy suit, or at least the pants and a matching blazer, the better to show off her smooth valley of cleavage. Her graying hair is cut short, and paired with the fact that she has the biggest tits in the office, she makes for an intimidating figure. "I know you want to be a reporter, I know you want to break a big story about some kind of ass-themed resistance on Titopia, but details are important to a reporter. If you can't get my coffee order right, how can I trust you to get a story right?"

"Yes, ma'am." Claire says, bowing her head in front of her boss, feeling a familiar little warmth in her chest. Much as she'd hate to admit it, being talked down to like this has always kind of turned Claire on. She's so powerful and confident in her secret side job, that there's something perversely arousing about being bossed around.

"And you'll never get any bigger than this if you don't put in more effort." The editor continues, putting a firm hand on Claire's chest, feeling her tiny tits through the sweater. "You can be so much bigger than this, dear. Someday you can have tits like mine if you just apply yourself."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll do better in the future, I promise." Claire bows her head further to hide how much she's blushing and nervously biting her lip at the sensation of her boss' hand on her breast. The editor says something else and walks away, but Claire doesn't listen. Something else has come to her attention thanks to her super-powered hearing. She focuses her attention and hears the sound of a police hover-bike flying over the city out of control. It's going to crash at any second... unless someone does something.

Claire quickly makes sure nobody is paying attention to her and then runs to the roof of the building with super-speed, taking her hair down and removing her sweater and glasses before pulling apart her buttoned-down top to reveal a white corset and her tiny, bare breasts. She kicks off her long, professional skirt, revealing a very short pink, pleated skirt that barely covers the bottom of her cute ass. A long pink cape-like length of fabric hangs from a collar around her neck that appears to be made of some kind of bright pink crystal. The collar cannot be removed, she hides it with her high-collared work outfits, and while scanning the skyline of the city for the out-of-control hover-bike, Claire taps the collar with two fingers on her right hand.

The collar flashes, and with a **** that launches Claire up into the sky above the city, her breasts grow and grow, becoming bigger than her editor's. Two shining pink nipple rings appear along with her expanded tits, one bearing the letter T and the other the letter G, completing her transformation into TITGIRL, the most beloved superhero on all of Titopia.

Titgirl looks over the city with her super-vision and quickly spots the hover-bike. In an instant, she flies down, catches it and its driver, carrying each in one hand thanks to her super-strength. She gently places both the bike and the driver on a nearby rooftop.

"Are you okay, citizen?" She asks in her attempt at a confident superhero voice. Deep down she's still an insecure 19-year-old, after all, who likes being told what to do. With her hands on her hips and the wind blowing through her hair and short skirt, she certainly looks the part... until she sees just who she rescued.

You're laying on the roof, still hand-cuffed, with your dick still out, and Titgirl's jaw drops.

"Who are you? WHAT ARE YOU?" She gasps, dropping her superhero pose as falls to her knees to get a better look at you, her beautiful perky juggs bouncing right in your face.