New accessories, and delayed hopes

Supergirl woke up feeling... different.

Not just the usual warm throbbing between her thighs or the way her fingertips kept brushing her own nipples before she even realized what she was doing. Something had changed overnight. Permanently.

Power P-Karen was already waiting in the lounge when she floated in (keeping her knees pressed together tightly—when had *that* started feeling natural?). "Rao's teats," Karen breathed, her eyes widening as she took in the Kryptonian. Karen's hand twitched like she wanted to cover her mouth, but instead, her fingers trailed down to... adjust?... the nearly nonexistent fabric between her legs.

That's when Supergirl noticed Karen's costume.

"Oh fuck," Supergirl giggled before she could stop herself—the sound too high, too bimbo, something that would’ve horrified her yesterday. Today, it just made her slit dampen. "Karen, your—your *cunt curtain* is basically dental floss."

Karen flushed deep red but didn’t correct her about the name. Couldn’t? Wouldn’t? "At least mine's *covered*," she shot back, gesturing at Supergirl’s skirt—or what was left of it. The blue material barely covered her ass cheeks, the hem fluttering with every subtle breath. "One gust of wind and all of Metropolis gets a free show from Super Slut."

Supergirl should have been angry. Ashamed. Something.

But hearing Karen say her title just made her shiver pleasantly.

Then she noticed Karen’s stare—locked onto her chest.

"They pierced you?" Karen reached out before catching herself.

Supergirl looked down.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Her nipples stood at perfect attention, the outline of huge rings clearly visible through her top. When she pinched one experimentally, a bolt of pleasure shot straight to her clit. Her knees nearly buckled.

"Ah! Nnngh—Apparently," she moaned, biting her lip—her plumped, glossy lip. When had she put on lipstick this morning?

Karen watched her playing with herself with hungry eyes, her own fingers creeping toward her exposed thighs. They were this close to forgetting all about crimefighting when—

"Girls!"

Wonder Boobs’ voice rang through the hall, followed by the jiggle-jiggle-slap of her barefoot stride (since when had she stopped wearing boots?).

She rounded the corner, her massive chest barely contained in what was now essentially two golden pasties connected by strings. Her abs glistened with oil. Her nipples peeked proudly over the top of her 'armor'.

"You'll never guess who just popped up on the monitor," she grinned, hips swaying.

Supergirl and Karen exchanged glances.

This was it. The mages had to be back. Their salvation.

Then the security feed flickered to life.

"...breaking news: the Justice League's mystical contingent's retreat has been extended another week due to unforeseen..."

Karen made a sound like a dying animal. Supergirl didn't feel much better.

Wonder Boobs just chuckled, hefting her chest with both hands. "Looks like you'll have to commit to your roles a little longer~"

As if on cue, the alarm blared—bank robbery downtown. Karen and Supergirl stood slowly, uncomfortably aware of how much skin they were showing, how easy access was...

"Coming, Power Pussy?" Supergirl teased, floating toward the window.

Karen groaned but followed, unconsciously spreading her stance wider than necessary. "Try not to flash too many criminals today, Super Slut."

Outside, the city waited.

And so did their real duties.