Veronica Cale has Wonder Woman by the Ass

"GODDESS DAMN IT WONDER WOMAN!!" The fierce angry voice filled Wonder Woman's ears. Her face flushing with embarrassment. The seething rage radiating from the woman approaching.

"I understand you're upset miss. But you loosing your temper won't help resolve the situation." Wonder Woman tried to speak soothingly.

"DON'T TRY TO BULLSHIT ME!" Shouted the gorgeous woman now stopping directly in front of Wonder Woman. "GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T TAKE MY LOSSES OUT OF YOUR INCOMPETENT WONDER DUMBASS?!"

"How you dare slander my name! Your temper tantrum isn't helping. And don't forget you're speaking to a Princess! You money grubbing micromanaging peasant brat!" Wonder Woman blurted back reflexively. Only registering her words after the damage was done.

Wonder Woman's perfect symmetrical face visibly winced realizing she'd fumbled again. An ever so light sheen of sweat formed across her body. Her failed attempt to deescalate things. Her nipples suddenly itching distractingly from the anxious nervousness she felt as the other woman suddenly seemed to calm down.

"You're right Wonder Woman." The imposing woman spoke evenly as she stepped closer. Wonder Woman held her ground as her personal space was invaded. Her whole body feeling jittery as she tried to put up a good front. "There's no need to waste time just shouting at you. Not when I can expedite things legally." The domineering woman looked Wonder Woman straight in her eyes as she spoke slowly and clearly for everyone in the room to hear. "I'm exercising the verbal & physical corrective action clause section three of the employment contract you signed. Do NOT try to resist in any way, or I'll exercise more of my contractual rights.

Wonder Woman's mouth felt suddenly parched. Standing rigidly as the fearsome woman's determined words & gaze held her frozen. One hand firmly grasped Wonder Woman's raven hair, locking her head in place. As she felt the woman's other arm wrap around her waist, pulling their bodies tightly together. Wonder Woman shivered involuntarily as the glossy star spangled costume teased her silky tanned skin. Her eyes lowered with a fresh wave of embarrassment.

"Don't look away! Look me in the eye." The hard voice jolted Wonder Woman as she returned her gaze obediently.

Wonder Woman felt a long muscular leg wrap around the back of her own legs, and rear. The arm around her waist pulled back but the grip on her lustrous hair pulled tighter. Leaving her in a crude standing body lock. Wonder Woman felt herself held in check by the imposing woman's iron will. Physically she could escape. But her heart skipped a beat at the thought of breaking an agreement.

"You actually had the right idea. A temper tantrum isn't helpful if YOU don't learn anything." Never breaking eye contact, her hand rose high in the air. "You talking to me like that, when I'm the victim of a crime, demonstrates you need corrective action!"

*** SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! ***

"HOW!?"

*** SMACK!!! ***

"You had one job!"

*** SMACK!!! SQUEEZE!!! ***

Wonder Woman's whole body visibly shuddered in the other woman's grip. Her pussy suddenly so wet it was already soaking her fiery disciplinarian's clothes. Her skin somehow becoming more sensitive.

"YOU!"

*** SMACK!!! SQUEEZE!!! ***

"YOU ARE NOTHING!"

*** SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SQUEEZE!!! ***

"NOTHING!"

*** SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! ***

"BUT A DOLLAR STORE KNOCKOFF BIMBO SECURITY GUARD! SO THE INSURANCE COMPANY WOULDN'T COMPLAIN!"

*** SMACK!!! SQUEEEEEEEEZE!!! ***

"THEN AFTER ALL THAT!"

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"YOU TALK TO YOUR CLIENT LIKE I'M SOME DITZY BLUDHAVEN ACROBAT PIECE OF ASS!"

*** SMACK!!! SQUEEEEEEEEZE!!! ***

"WHAT'S MY NAME?!"

*** SMACK!!! SQUEEEEEEEEZE!!! ***

"SAY IT! WHAT'S MY NAME?"

*** SQUEEEEE-EEEEEEEZE!!! ***

"Miss V-v-eronica C-ale!" Wonder Woman's voice stumbled and shrilled as her body throbbed an orgasm from the combined discipline & forceful questioning. Her normally perky superheroine ass already seemed to have swollen under the masterful womanhandling. Lost in a maelstrom of physical sensation.

"How could your self-righteous, fat, Amazonian, superheroine ass fail so completely?!" thundered Veronica Cale, the CEO of Diva Industries, at the dazed and sweaty looking Wonder Woman. "Nevermind! I don't want to hear a word out of you mouth, you stupid horny BRAT!"

*** SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! ***

Wonder Woman's rounded butt cheeks cracked with the **** of Veronica's rapid fire spanking. The powerful spanks sent erotic chills through Wonder Woman's body. Her pussy immediately felt like a tropical rainforest as she felt the dominating personality of the powerful businesswoman combined with the unwilling acknowledgement that she had failed in her superheroine duties. Wonder Woman felt suddenly shy and demure Veronica's manicured feminine hand tightly gripped her reddening booty. As if to make sure Wonder Woman was paying attention.

Wonder Woman wanted to say something but an angry glare from the member of the Gotham City Superheroine Commission was enough to keep her silent. Because the Justice League was the legal equivalent to a clubhouse for self-proclaimed do-gooders and vigilantes with no concept due process under the law, the government had to step in to regulate them. Wonder Woman knew if the commission ruled against her the consequences could be very serious.

"Ms. Cale the members of the Commission and I are in full agreement with your concerns. We have voted unanimously to censure Wonder so-called Woman.", the chairwoman paused to smirk slightly at Wonder Woman. "In particular, the entire Commission and I are very impressed with the detailed proposal your attorney submitted to our office."

"Then you will approve my request?!" asked Veronica visibly growing excited at the prospect.

"Correct." the chairwoman stated with a lot of satisfaction of her own. "The Commission sat in a special session last week to approve your application. Our office has already processed the documents with the court. The packet your attorney received before this meeting contains the signed court orders"

The chairwoman turned her gaze to Wonder Woman. The was something of a cold fury of righteousness when she continued.

"Wonder Woman, as punishment for your negligence this Commission has officially issued you a "Writ of Dominus Que Bono". You are suspended from engaging in any superheroine activities until you have completed the remedial program as explained in the sentencing documents."

Wonder Woman felt crushed, but she knew she must persevere. Whatever she had to do, she would do it.

"If you fail to complete the remedial program under the terms laid out, you will never be a superheroine again." the chairwoman stated. "Your remedial program will be supervised by a court appointed Guardian ad Femme."

"I understand your honor." Wonder Woman said to the chairwoman. "For my Guardian I'd like-"

"WONDER WOMAN! I've told you before, I'm not a judge, you do not address me as your honor!" The chairwoman thundered. "and the appointment has already been made as anyone who had walked into this room 4 minutes ago with no prior knowledge of the situation could have understood completely simply by listening to the conversation!" the chairwoman was now visibly red with frustration. "It's clear to every member of this Commission that Ms. Cale's description of you as a self obsessed oblivious vapid bimbo is entirely justified!"

"Ms. Cale, good luck." the chairwoman said to Veronica and dismissed the hearing.

"Thank you for confidence" Veronica told the Commission members as they left the room. Coming to stand over Wonder Woman, she carefully inspected her new charge.

"I'm your court appointed Guardian ad Femme." Veronica informed Wonder Woman. "First thing is first. Stand still." Veronica took out what looked like a pair of small Diva Industries patches. Pushing Wonder Woman's top out of the way Veronica put a patch to cover each nipple. The instant they made contact their was a momentary flash of pain as the patches locked into Wonder Woman's tits.

"You can't treat me like this!" Wonder Woman complained. "I'm a superheroine-"

"You're not, actually." Veronica interrupted. "You've been officially suspended. The only way you will ever become a superheroine again is by completing my program." Veronica retrieved a shopping bag full of college coed clothing. Handing the bag to Wonder Woman, her hands snatched away the Lasso and magic belt. In a spinning flash, where a moment ago was Wonder Woman, now there was a very dizzy Diana dressed like a college coed with a blow job addiction.

"You're a spoiled, bratty, self-centered, lust driven, cumslut. There is only one place where we send selfish big butt sluts like you: Gotham University!" Veronica was clearly pleased with the entire situation. "You're going to be a good student, and an active member of the academic community. I've already signed up that fat Amazonian princess ass of yours for cheerleading."

"My ass isn't fat!" tittered like a nervous sorority girl.

2 Weeks Later...

Diana stood naked in front of the mirror, cocking her head from side to side. she turned to the left, then the right, then in a slow circle, all the while staring at her bare, round cheeks. Something looked off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Diana noticed an odd feeling in the shower, like her skin was crawling with an itch she couldn’t find and that wouldn’t go away. She palmed each cheek, giving them a rough squeeze and shuddering at the foreign sensation that ran through her. They felt bigger than they should, but she told herself that was impossible. she watched her diet like a hawk and hadn’t changed her workout routine at all, which meant her lean, athletic build should remain exactly was it was.

That was the point. Diana worked hard to make sure she stayed ripped and toned without getting bulky. She liked being wiry and solid, her trim frame inflating impressively when she flexed. She knew if she got too big it would only make her respectable femme cock look smaller by comparison. Tone and proportion were her goals, leaving her with a shredded body and sharply featured face.

The idea of her ass getting bigger worried her. Diana's plump cheeks were already noticeable compared to the rest of her athletic body. But there was nothing she’d been able to do about it. Her body just seemed to store its extra weight there, and while she’d been able to work it to her advantage, she wasn’t looking for it to get any bigger.

“Already attracts the wrong crowd,” she sighed, absently squeezing at one of the globes while her free hand stroked through the sensitive skin at the base of her abs. Girls thought her perky bubble ass was cute, but the prominent backside was like a magnet for dominant femmes. Enough people already wondered if she was a buttslut because of her tight clothes and trim build; she didn’t need anything adding to that.

Diana posed in front of the mirror, one hand still locked on her rear while the other drifted down to toy with her hardening femme cock. Jerking off to her reflection was...new. But something about the narcissism of it was actually turning her on.

“Mmmmm- oh, Hera yeah!” she moaned to herself as she flexed her tight abs and stroked away. A smug grin formed on her face. “That’s right ladies. You can look, but you can’t touch!” her sultry tone turned into a high squeal when she unexpectedly went up on her toes and blasted cum all over the mirror.

“W-what was that?!” Diana panted to herself. Looking at her reflection, she turned an embarrassed crimson. Diana hadn’t even noticed her fingers pressing against her butthole until she felt the **** to pull them away.

Diana did her best not to think about how tight her boyshorts felt when she slid them on, telling herself that her ass couldn’t have grown overnight. Especially not enough to make her normally comfy bottoms this snug. The thin, worn cotton was plastered to her thighs, pulling the fly open enough to let her trimmed pussy and spent rod poke free. Her body was tingling from the recent release.

That tingling only got worse as the morning went on. Diana squirmed in her chair constantly, unable to focus on anything but the odd sensation coming from her lower half. There was a growing tightness, like her legs had been wrapped in plastic. she wondered if she’d pulled a muscle at the gym. But there wasn’t any pain, just a constant sense of pressure. And it wasn’t unpleasant. Every now and then when she squirmed another jolt would shoot through her, causing her to gasp and start in her chair. Her excitable cock jumped every time, twitching and throbbing until it felt like she hadn’t gotten off in days, not mere hours.

“Great Hera- this is weird.” Diana sighed, rubbing her face in frustration. Stretching her toned arms overhead, Diana felt her balance was off. There was a loud rip, followed by a rush of air and a sense of freedom. “What! How?" she stammered as her hands probed her backside. The soft fabric had torn completely.

Diana looked at her Amazonian booty in the mirror. Her steps felt heavier, and there was a strange rippling with each footfall. Diana always had hypnotically fertile hips and thighs that would swing with a bit of a bounce when she walked, but not this much.

“Sweet justice!” she gasped, her jaw dropping. she went pale, then red with embarrassment when she turned and looked at the plump mounds fighting their way from her tattered butt-floss. As impossible as it seemed, her round apple bottom actually had grown even larger. she peeled out of the tight boyshorts, marveling at how even the small amount of growth warped her tight profile. The thick cheeks seemed to pull upwards even as they expanded outwards, showing the beginnings of a shelf-like protrusion. “This shouldn't be possible!?"

Diana’s eyes went wide, her knees buckling as she bellowed. She’d reached around to prod her inflated rounded ass. But as soon as her hand made close, it darted deep into her valley, seeking out her tight hole like a magnet. “Guuhhh….” the curvy superheroine panted, falling to her knees. She couldn’t stop herself. She was coherent enough to be embarrassed as she heard her pathetic whimpers and watched her reflection dig around between its too-large jello cheeks, she just couldn’t do anything about it. Diana was well aware that she was on her knees, frantically playing with her asshole, but when her butthole swallowed her fingers of its own accord nothing else mattered.

She let out a wordless cry, slipping in extra fingers to join the pair rooting around her insides. Her superheroine femme cock spasmed gobs of cum. Diana felt like there should have been pain. Her delicate butthole had never been this stimulated, but it felt like she was built for it. Her fingers slid in and out effortlessly in pleasure.

Diana had no idea what she was doing. she grunted against the floor as she writhed, pumping her hips to work her fingers in deeper. The motion caused her enlarged cheeks to bounce alarmingly, but she was more focused on the way the shaking and bouncing sent more darts of bliss through her. she stumbled over to her bed so she could get a better angle, howling and writhing as she fingered herself for what felt like hours. She only stopped when her phone buzzed, reminding her that she needed to get ready for practice. Her spent cock had long ago ceased spraying but she’d continued to go at her hole, unable to resist the electric new sensations.

“Wait. They ARE bigger!?” Diana’s jaw fell open when she stumbled out of bed and saw the obviously inflated globes. There was absolutely no denying it anymore. Impossible or not, her ass was growing. The now-plump cheeks were approaching the size of small melons, far too large to fit into any of her panties. she tried to squeeze into multiple pairs before giving up and deciding to go commando under her gym boyshorts, cursing herself for not buying baggier styles. Even the elastic mesh was a tight squeeze, leaving none of her growing bottom or the dimples on her lower back to the imagination.

Diana just hope the other other cheerleaders wouldn't notice...