Return home for an "interview?"

We landed in the backyard, with a sonic boom of air serving as the only warning. One moment I was hundreds of feet in the air; the next, I'm on the ground; my body was clinging onto Power Girl for dear fucking life.

I never had a fear of heights. That I can say with absolute certainty. But I've only been in the air twice, and both of those instances were from the reasonable safety of a plane.

So yeah, no fear of heights! None for me!

At least, that was until I got a sudden and impromptu run on Power Girl airlines. Generally speaking, it's probably safer than any plane I've been on... But it didn't seem safe; it felt like if Power Girl sneezed and forgot she was carrying me... I'd be dead.

Suppose she had a scratch on her left leg and dropped me... I'd be dead!

If she crossed paths with an oncoming plane and flew through it... Well, everyone who's not superhuman would die in that instance... But you get the point!

Literally, it was the scariest situation I could fucking be in.

Not having control.

I realize that the same logic applies when riding in a plane. The pilot is practically carrying the lives of all the passengers in his or her's hands.

But the thing is, they have fail-safes, backup plans, and fucking insurance! Their reputation is on the line!

With Power Girl carrying me in the air, I have absolutely no control; there's no parachute I could grab onto or anything of the like. The only fucking thing I can grasp is the woman holding me in her arms, and if she wants me dead, I have **** in the matter.

I'm not used to having such a significant lack of control.

I'm sure Power Girl wouldn't let me get hurt, but it didn't feel like it. She was moving so fucking fast through the sky. The wind buffeted my face with no sign of stopping. Her short golden hair fluttered in her face. Who's to say she wouldn't get momentarily blinded by her own hair and crash into something due to the speedy momentum?

So. Yes. My legs quivered the moment I touched solid ground. After being absent from it for what seemed like hours, I'm much more appreciative of my ability to walk.

Power Girl observed me quizzically as I patted myself down and fixed my ruffled clothing.

I met her gaze, noticing how her beautifully smooth face and golden blond hair weren't disheveled in the slightest. She was used to flying about. Her hair draped no lower than halfway down her neck. Two longer strings bobbed down the right side of her face, slightly obstructing her pearly blue eye. But she didn't care enough to flick the strands out of her vision.

Well I must've looked flustered. At least in comparason her. You'd think she wouldn't look as stunning as she does right now after soaring through the air at speeds I couldn't attempt to gauge. There should be some bugs tangled in her hair or green guts splattered on that clean white suit. Maybe some between her exposed cleavage flesh.

I gulped and looked away. Her tits got me distracted again. And remember what she said about checking her out. I wasn't about to piss off the woman who could kill me by just looking at my general direction.

Besides, no bugs could be between her tits; the altitude we were flying at is probably a wasteland for critters.

But why am I even thinking about buggers splatting against her humongous rack when it really should be my face motorboating those fun ba-

With a rapid barrage of sudden blinking, I shook myself back into the reality of the situation and looked up to her face. She had just told me to look her in the eyes, A.K.A, stop leering.

And here I was, leering again at a woman who can snap me like a twig!

Fortunately, Power Girl didn't seem to notice my lingering gaze, or nothing was brought up about it if she did.

"You good sport?" Both blue-gloved fists rested on her cocked hip as she eyed me up with a slight smirk.

"Uh..." Looking down and behind - up and around - I seemed to be in good shape. "Yeah... I'm just not used to soaring about at that speed."

That response caused the busty heroine to fall into a brief chuckle spree. "Do I need to go slower for my little man?"

"Hey! I'm average height! Five..."

"Five foot seven." Power Girl held her smirk. "I guess that's close to average."

I blinked.

"Wait, how did you know that?"

"Know what?"

"How tall I am?" I blinked again. "Do you have like... Super measuring powers or something?"

Power Girl's soft lips let out another chuckle. She approached me by floating through the air, then landed and wrapped a slender yet notably muscular hand around my shoulder.

"Honey. I have the power of being your mom and knowing things like that."

Something does not compute. Well, multiple things. How just one arm around my shoulder feel so comforting? How can the side of her massive boobie press softly against my neck and upper arm when she's supposed to be bulletproof. Something so soft and yielding can't also be indestructible. Right?

Power Girl continued speaking while I was contemplating my thoughts.

"I know how you love broccoli yet hate bananas. You're okay with apples, but enjoy eating the skin like some weirdo. Your favorite color is blue. You're scared of water even though you know how to swim... Uh..."

"You know all that?!"

"Of course I do. You're my little dude. Literally." Without warning, her gloved hand came up to ruffle my hair. "Since I'm five-eleven. And compared to me, your five-seven is like a little gremlin."

This girl's, no sorry, that's not the appropriate word; this woman's body being so close to mine wasn't doing me any favors in the arousal department.

"Okay... Erm..." With the strength of Zeus, I was able to step away from Power Girl's embrace... Huh, I never thought that was a sentence I would ever mutter in my head. Anyway, I was getting rightly aroused. This is Power Girl we're talking about, nearly hugging me, and pushing the side of her tit near my fucking face! So yes, I need some ''alone time'' before I explode entirely. "This is a lot for me to process so... Uh... Could I just get some time to myself... M.. Mom?"

Something is fucked in this world. Either I'm dreaming or in some suspended reality, but for some reason, Power Girl...Yes, THE Power Girl. Kryptonian, busty blond beauty... Genuinely sees me as her kid.

So instead of fighting against this twisted world. I guess I have to roll with it until I figure out what the fuck is going on.

Power Girl's lasting smirk subsided as she observed my apprehensive stance. "Okay, for one. You never really called me ''mom,'' unless it was urgent. Just go with Karen. And two..." She sighed. "I can tell you're still nervous around me, but don't be. I promise, when I'm here, I won't let *anything* happen to you... Not again."

She stood there in silence for a brief moment, and I could see apparent sadness from her deminer. After seeing so many photos and recordings from the news of her appearing confident with her classic pose with a smirk, presented chest, and hands on her hips, it's an odd thing.

I guess I often see these heroes and heroines as more icons than actual people. For some fucking reason, Power Girl actually thinks I'm her son, and the thought that something happened to me must be itching at her from the inside.

"Anyway!" Power Girl blinked back to life and flashed me a confident smirk. "Like I said..." Her eyes flashed over with a red glowing light. A light that grew in intensity and heat that I could feel off my skin.

There I was, nervous again—a bead of sweat formed on my temple. Though, I'm not sure if that was due to the heat resonating from her eyes or from the fact that she was looking directly towards me and could unleash a beam to kill me on the spot at any given second.

"I won't let anything happen to you again." She winked with her pure red eyes, and like that, the glowing light dissipated.

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

I guess she has a point. I mean, if she believes she's my mother. The last thing a parent would do is harm their kid. Really, having a superpowered mom, one as strong as her, should mean I'm perfectly safe.

And it's not like worrying would do anything. She could've killed me a thousand times over if she had wished to.

"Alright. I have to go to work." Power Girl turned to open the back door and step into the house... Her house, I guess... "You stay home and don't do anything stupid."

She paused and turned her head around to eye me. Which meant I had to look away from her thick ass and the way her cheeks ate up the thin material of her one-piece skintight suit. Luckily, for the second time, she didn't notice where I had been looking.

"But if you need me for any reason... ANY reason. Just call me. You have my number. And if you yell my name I'll be able to hear you." She looked at me blankly, her beautiful face held flat as she awaited a response. "Alright?"

"Yeah.. Alright..." I gulped. "I got it."

For two seconds that seemed like they lasted for twenty, Power Girl stared at me before she smiled, nodded, and floated into the house.

I was rightly aroused. My little Johny just wanted to be freed from his prison, and I fully willing to give the dick a little spank. It's not that I'm some perverted beast. But... With my hormones bustling about and Power Girl's womanly presence being so dam close to me, I can't fucking think straight.

And with the way things are spiraling out into crazy town, I need to be able to think.

So you can call this a tactical nut. One that will further my attentiveness and assist me with processing things in a clearer light.

But maybe I didn't need to masturbate and clear my head. Because a thought did cross my mind, a thought that only a clearheaded individual would think.

How the fuck am I supposed to jack off in peace with Power Girl in the house?! I'm not even sure it's possible. She has super hearing, X-Ray vision, and appeared to be in the ''I'm going to check in on you every thirty seconds'' type of mood. The only outcome chocking the chicken would lead to is an awkward situation when she inevitably catches me in the act.

That's why I chose not to go about the nutting process. At least, not yet. I'm aroused, sure. But it can wait till a more appropriate time.

While waiting for Power Girl to leave to her civilian job, at least that's what I assumed she meant by ''work,'' I walked around the house, checking for differences and inconsistencies in this weird reality.

I'm still certain on my theory of S.T.A.R. Labs being behind this. They screw things up and then try to paint themselves as the heroes Central City needs by ''fixing'' their own mistakes. Even though half the time, they leave the city worse off than it was before they fucked up.

I wouldn't put it past them to **** me into some life-like reality that made my odd remark about Power Girl becoming my mother into a reality. Maybe they thought I could be manipulated into forgetting about my birth mother, who vanished without a trace because of the particle accelerator explosion they created.

Upon entering the living room, I saw something that didn't mold well with that theory of S.T.A.R. Labs trying to get me into forgetting my mother.

On the opposing wall were multiple framed photographs of my mother and me. Except... Something was different about them.

My father was vacant in all of them. He wasn't initially present in each picture, but the ones he was in have been adjusted to erase him entirely.

Did they erase my dad too!? And... Do I mind as much? I hated my father for the way he re-married literal days after Mom's ****. It was too fast, almost as if he were having an affair and used the opportunity to jump ship as quickly as possible.

Next to the images of my mother were new pictures I've never seen before. Yet, I was in all of them, and so was Power Girl! At least I think. She was in her civilian clothing in all of them, and honestly, for some reason, it's hard to see this busty blond as the same busty blond who flies around with a massive hole over her chest.

But it had to be the same woman; they both had spiky short golden hair, huge melons that seemed to strain against her top in a regular shirt, and the exact same beautiful face and soft smirking lips.

How has she gone this far without anyone putting two and two together? The longer I study these images, the more I see how the blond's face and Power Girl's face are nearly identical.

Huh...

And I don't remember any of these instances. One picture showed me, Power Girl, and another woman with jet-black hair and slightly tanned skin, eating ice cream at an outside table under some shade. Power Girl wore a large T-shirt, while the dark-haired girl had a black tank top. She sat with her tanned knees pressed against her chest, she had short shorts, and the position of her bare legs had her boobs pressed up to show some nice cleavage.

Who is this girl? She's in four other photos too. One outside a movie theater. Another at a park. This photo doesn't have me, but it's a shared selfie of the two women taken in the middle of winter with heavy snow as they wore thick winter coats. Though even with the coat being so heavy, Power Girl's bosom managed to show it's sheer size, albeit not as much as that T-Shirt from before.

These are a lot of pictures and memories I don't remember.

"Do you feel any tingles in your little head?" A crisp and warm voice slurred right beside my ear, causing my skin to tingle.

A strong hand landed on my shoulder, and I spun around. Power Girl met my gaze, or I guess I should call her Karen when she's not in costume. A few feet away from my own, her face smiled warmly as she floated in the air. She had bent forward to be at eye level with me, due to her being airborne, which would've been fine if she was wearing a regular business outfit.

Not that she wasn't, by all accounts, that outfit was standard, work-related attire. But around the bust area, she had a few buttons undone, four to be exact, which was enough to reveal the upper half of her famously massive cleavage. And with her bending forward, it became a famously massive downblouse.

I was looking directly down at those tits for who knew how long, it was a dark void of shadow between those monstrous melons, and the darkness captured my gaze with no intention of releasing it.

That was until she spoke again, and I realized I had been staring. In haste, I looked up to her eyes. She leaned back and floated to the ground.

I got caught staring again... At least... I think I did? She didn't seem to say anything or even... Notice? During our fly back, she said she'd catch me if I check her out again, but now that I was blatantly doing that, she doesn't seem to be aware.

"That's Atlee, my best friend. You'll see her around often, so you should get to know her." Out of curiosity, I glanced down from her face and stared directly at her tits. She wore a blue business suit, open to reveal her chest with a red undershirt. The undershirt held up half of her bosom, while the other half was presented into a pressed and round cleavage. A necklace was wrapped around her neck; it had a purple jewel resting against her chest inches above her cleavage.

I was able to decern all of that information without her even realizing I was leering at her milkers even though she spoke directly at me while I imagined how those teets would taste.

Karen sighed. An action I definitely appreciated.

"You two were good friends too, so hopefully you can kick it off again... This whole memory wipe thing sucks. I'm so sorry I let this happen to you, I..." Just then, her body stiffened, and she grew silent. Her beautiful face cocked to the side, and her eyes darted to the side while she continued to face me.

"What?"

"Someone's outside." She said, looking towards the front door, her eyes flashed over with a white glow. "It's a woman. Stay here. Let me see what she wants."

I didn't respond, not that she waited for one. As fast as I could blink, Karen appeared at the front door, creating a gust of wind in her wake.

How the fuck could she pick up on a random car pulling up and even figure out their gender. But she couldn't realize I was checking her out while having a conversation with me? How the fuck does that work?

"Christ." A familiar voice spoke up from behind me. "She did it again?"

I did a double-take at what I saw. Stacey entered the living room in a sexified maid dress skirt, built with sheer black material, like transparent lingerie. Her naked body was completely revealed beneath, with only pasties restricting her nipples from view. A micro white apron covered her crotch, and nothing but her crotch. Though, there was a white ribbon wrapped around her waist, which only served to squeeze the lingerie maid outfit closer to her body.

"I swear to god, I'm not getting paid enough to clean up after both of you." The blond woman huffed and eyed the debris caused my Karen's sudden movement.

Instead of the usual nagging I had grown to expect from Stacey, she proceeded to pick up the fallen table wear, scattered sheets, and unnecessary clutter that spilled across the floor.

"I'm serious, you know." Stacey directed her remark towards me. "I am your maid. Not hers. So don't expect me to clean up every damn inch of this place."

I had been staring in a mix of confusion and awe. Seeing Stacey in this state of dress, or lack of dress, picking up after someone else's mess, it isn't something I'm used to witnessing. Yet, it's exactly like that dream I had experienced from before.

Except slightly different... In that dream, Stacey was both my stepmom and my maid. But here, Power Girl's my stepmom, and Stacey's just the maid... My maid... Apparently.

Stacey rose up, having been bending forward to pick the clutter off the floor. She noticed my attention on her and frowned.

I had expected her to remark on my lingering gaze. But it never came. Even though it would've been appropriate since I was silently perving on her healthy body while she was bending down and pushing her bare ass cheeks out from the confines of her tiny transparent skirt into the open air.

Compared to Karen, Stacey appeared to be less of a woman... But that's just because a chick of Power Girl's caliber would make nearly anyone look inferior by comparison.

By all accounts, Stacey's still a woman. An attractive one at that, I've never seen her wear anything less than professional business attire, so now, seeing she's whoring herself around the house like some cosplay sex maid is something I need to ingrain into my mind.

"If she makes another mess of things, tell her I'm not cleaning it up unless she's willing to pay me more." Stacey stepped past me while holding her stern frown. I had to sidestep to prevent her from brushing past me as she walked by.

"Okay?" I said, not knowing how or what would be the appropriate response here. It's the same bitchy Stacey, just with a different occupation and a much more reveling state of dress.

"I'm going to clean your bathroom soon, so use your mom's if you need to go." She spoke without looking back, her hips swaying in the air in a way that had to of been intentional.

I was left staring at her bare toned back and shifting glutes when the rising sound of chatter from the front door diverted my focus from Stacey's departing figure.

"Thing's have been crazy lately. Right now, I'm not too comfortable leaving him alone with anyone." Karen stood behind the house entrance, one hand resting on the door frame while the other sat on her hip.

Most of her body was restricting my view, so I maneuvered myself to get a better view of who was outside.

Karen noticed my presence before the stranger at the door had. "I told you to stay back."

"Hey." My hands rose defensively. "I just wanted to see what was going on."

The woman right outside the door smiled upon seeing me and outstretched her hand. "Hi! Mason, is it? I'm Iris West Allen. I run the Central City Citizen. I'd love to have a little chat with you."

"And..." Karen stepped to the side, putting herself between myself and this woman named Iris. "He'd like to decline the offer for now. Maybe later."

Iris frowned. "Well... He's eighteen, right? An adult who can make his own decisions. So if that's what he wants, I'd like to hear it from him."

I blinked. "I don't even know what's going on here. What am I supposed to say?"

"You-" Karen was cut off.

"I'm actually not here to report on anything. I heard you are experiencing some meta-human problems. And I have a lot of experience with that line of work. All I want to do is talk." Iris ended that sentence eyeing Karen up.

Karen matched her gaze with a sharp look.

I'm not sure she realized who she's dealing with. The reporter must know how to talk her way into favorable situations, but she's messing with someone who could snap her spine in literal seconds.

"I don't know how you heard about that. But I took him to Star Labs, we've talked with actual professionals."

Iris's eyes narrowed. "I like to consider myself a professional, thank you. And yes, I'm not a scientist in any way. I'm just a regular reporter, looking to talk with your son and, more importantly, listen to what he has to say."

"Alright. That's nice." Karen took a step forward. Clearly not wanting to let this woman in the house. "But I need to go to work. Meaning I won't be here. And honestly, I don't trust you. So the answer is-"

"Sure," I said.

Karen stopped mid-sentence, and both women turned to face me.

"Did you not just hear what I-" With a sigh, Karen shot Iris an absent, "Hold on a moment." And shut the front door in her face.

"What?" My bare feet patted against the wood-tiled floor as I took a few intuitive steps back.

The somewhat peeved look Karen was sending my way sent a worrying chill down my spine. "I don't know who this woman is!" Her voice shifted to a predatory hush. "And right now, it doesn't feel right leaving you with someone I'm not comfortable with."

Being around her filled me with a strange mixture of fear and arousal. But I was beginning to lean more to the sexual side of things as time went on. Sure, I was still apprehensive of her sheer strength, but I had to remind myself, if she wanted to harm me, she would've done so by now.

Also, with her hands on her fitting pants covered hips, she slanted her back forward, a move gravity favored by causing her bosom spill in my face.

Karen's eyes bored directly into mine, yet my gaze was angled slightly downwards. I grew comfortable to staring unabashedly towards to open cleavage. She showed not a single sign of being aware, so I saw no reason not to leer.

"Why do you even want her to come in?" Karen cocked her head and, with a forceful gust of wind, blew away a thick strand of golden hair from her vision to the side of her face. "She's just using you to fill out her paper and get easy money."

I shook my head and looked up to her flawless face. "She said she was willing to listen." Now it was time for me to sigh. "Honestly, that's all I want to do right now. Everyone is telling me shit and forcing information into my head; I just want the chance to let out my mind to anyone willing to listen!"

Karen's annoyed expression faltered. "Hey Mase, if you want to talk, I'm all ears."

"Hehh... As much as I know many people who would pay money just to have a one-on-one conversation with Power Girl, I know you have to be somewhere." I paused for a second, a question formed in my head. "Wait hold on, where do you even work?"

Raising a brow, Karen crossed her arms under her chest, emphasizing the bulge of her bust. "Honey, I don't work for, but I own Starr Enterprises. I can come and go when I please."

"Holy shit!? Really? So, Karen Starr is actually Po-"

Karen was fast, super fucking fast. Before I could realize she had her body right beside my own, the palm of her hand covered my mouth.

"Let's keep that a secret," Karen hissed. "She's right outside the door."

A grunt escaped my lips. She was so close; her large chest pressed into my side. "How do you know..."

Her eyes flashed white.

"Ohh, I see." I breathed out a sigh as she stepped back. "Sorry about that... But can I talk to her? I've read her stories before. She's a great communicator."

Karen's response was to stare at me in silence for just long enough to make me fidget from the rising awkwardness.

"I'm... Going to take that as a yes."

"Fine." Karen rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you won't just talk to me, but whatever. I'll leave you two here if you promise me one thing."

"What?"

Her soft lips exhaled a warm breath. "I'm afraid something's going to happen again while I'm gone. So if you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, in any way, call me. Immediately." She looked at me, pointedly. "Okay?"

"Alright." I nodded in response.

With all this strangeness going about, it was kinda nice to have Power Girl say I can call her at a moment's notice. It's like having a busty invincible guardian angel on standby.

Karen smiled. "Alright. I love you." The woman kissed me on the forehead, her pillowy lips, leaving a comfortable tingle in their wake.

I blinked as she opened the front door abruptly and stepped outside.

Iris had been doing something on her phone and was rightly startled by Karen's quick pace out the house.

"Congrats. He wants to talk to you." Karen spoke in passing while she made her way to the car parked in the driveway. She opened the car door and spared one last look at the house. "Don't have too much fun, you two." She winked, one that looked to be directed towards me, and ducked into the car.

As Karen backed the vehicle down the driveway and drove off, the two of us were left watching the car depart in silence.

My focus did shift before Iris's, mainly towards the attractive woman standing outside the front door. She wore a purple longe sleeved blouse. It must've been hot with the summer heat and all, but it had a relatively deep neckline, revealing her breasts' cleavage and maybe airing out her dark skin. The top was tucked into black cargo pants that hugged her hips rather nicely.

I found myself getting sucked into appreciating her figure, especially the way she sun's positioning cast the light to bounce around her and form shadows near her natural curves.

"Achem."

A cough from her snapped me out of my dissection and brought my focus towards her face. That's when I took note of her black hair, which flowed down her face and curled around her shoulders. She spoke; her red lips shifted into a smile.

"Well, let's start over. I'm Iris West Allen, here to have a talk, off the books. I would love to hear your story."

There was a brief bout of hesitance in me. I accepted her outstretched hand with my own.

"Thanks."

I shook her hand, feeling a bit awkward. With the way she coughed, I expected her to give me a disapproving look to show she noticed I had been checking her out.

"You wanna... Um.. Come in?" I retreated my hand to scratch my arm.

"Sure."

"So it feels like I'm the only one who knows what's going on! Or maybe I'm the only one who doesn't know what's happening! I have these memories, but apparently, those memories never existed, except some of them did! My stepmom thinks there's something wrong with me, but I think there's something wrong with her! And I don't even know who my real stepmom is! Well... I do.. I think? She's my maid, apparently, and has no memory of being anything else. And I haven't even gotten started on my dad; I have no idea what happened to him!"

"Um... Mr. Starr? Is it?" Iris had been patiently sitting in the chair across from me. One leg was draped over the other, as her pants' tight material clutched her thick thigh. She held a notebook in her hand and had been jotting things down as I ranted.

"That's not even my last name. My last name's Brown!"

"That might've been your birth name, but you have switched over to Starr after being adopted." Iris wrote something down, then continued speaking. "You obviously have a tun of conflicting memories. So let's look at the facts we have now." She shifted her position on the chair and bent forward in the process, giving me an excellent view down her top for a few seconds before leaning back up. "Karen Starr is your legal guardian. Stacey Dunning, is the housemaid?"

"Yes..." I gulped. The positioning of her arms, while she was writing, caused her breasts to be squished together, an effect that emphasized her cleavage. "But, her last name was Brown since she married my father."

"Your father that, according to all records, disappeared the same day your mother did?"

"What?"

"Sorry! Sorry. I don't want to bring up any negative memories." Iris backtracked. "I'm just trying to pinpoint the facts and see what you can agree and disagree with." She sighed and licked her red lips. "Let's try a different approach... When did all this strange stuff begin occurring?"

"Like..." I tried to stop thinking about how her fat ass mashed against the seat, due to her weight. "Three days ago."

"When the accelerator went off? Again..."

"Yes! All this has something to do with that."

"Mhm..." Iris nodded. "We both agree there... Have you noticed any similarities between all the weirdness? Like, anytime you coughed or sneezed, did something happened?"

I thought back for a moment, looking past all the strange shit and tried to think off something that related each instance of things changing.

"I dunno... I..." My fingers rose to my temple when I realized something. "Actually, I've had these strange headaches. Yeah.. And each time that happened, things seemed to change. But the doctor at Star Labs said the particles in my head might be the cause for that."

"Hmm..." Iris jotted something down. "Can you give an example?"

"Sure... Uh... I made a remark about..." My cheeks reddened for a moment as I felt a bit awkward admitting this. "About checking women out, and... My head started throbbing afterward. But, since then, it's like people don't notice when I'm looking at them. It's weird, ya' know... But I'm not complaining!"

Iris furrowed her brow and lowered the notepad. "What do you mean people don't notice?" She flicked a lock of dark hair behind her ear. "I see you're looking at me right now."

"Okay yeah." Suddenly, my attention shifted down to her breasts.

I certainly did enjoy the casual top she had on, the neckline deep to show her tits, but I was curious about how wide it was. A fair bit of her soft light brown shoulders was open to the air, and I noticed a significant lack of a bra-strap. So I was curious if she wore a strapless bra, or if the woman is out here braless. The latter wouldn't be too likely, especially since I couldn't make out her nipples' imprint through the top.

"Where am I looking now?" I questioned her while staring at her tits.

"Well, you're looking at my face like I am yours."

"Really? You really don't see?" I rose off the couch, and she continued to watch me as I didn't return her gaze. "I'm looking at your breasts!"

Iris's notably blushed at that she made an effort to lean back on her chair and cover her top's neckline with crossed arms. "You can't say you're doing that while looking me in the eyes."

"You're joking, right?" I asked, somewhat flabbergasted.

"No I'm not." Iris raised an eyebrow.

So, in turn, I walked closer and squatted beside her seat. I fixated my gaze and full line of sight directly onto her thick ass. The formfitting pants were just that, formfitting. I could make out the faint outline of her underwear due to how tight the material was hugging her skin. I especially enjoyed how her buttocks yielded against the chair's ****, displaying its perfect plushness.

"What do you see now?" I asked the woman's ass.

Iris frowned. "I see you looking to the side like you're talking to the wall."

"No. I'm looking right at your butt." I bobbed to my feet. "You see, people can't notice me checking them out. That's one of the weird shit I'm talking about."

"Honestly, I think you're just making this up," Iris admitted. Her arms still crossed over her bust.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not!" I sighed and turned back to the couch. "I wish you would help me prove it... Agghhh!"

A sudden **** crashed into my head, and I staggered forward, luckily crashing into the couch, letting it cushion my fall.

"What's wrong!?" Iris uncrossed her arms and stood up; she moved towards me but hesitated a few feet away, not knowing what to do. "Is this that headache?"

"FUCK.. Fuck! God... Shiiiit...." I clutched my pulsing head and nearly rolled off the couch, but was caught by Iris's hands, keeping me from crashing down. "Ughhh... My.. Owwwww...."

"Hey, hey, hey... Umm... Ugh... Shit..." Iris looked around the room, talking frantically under her breath.

In my dizzying pain, I barely noticed her leave the living room. But really, I didn't fucking care; I wanted the pain to go away. "Help! Acck! Fuckkk!" I was practically groveling at this point; the pulsing sensation wouldn't leave my head.

"Okay, okay! Here!" Iris sprinted back into the room, her chest jiggling with each step. Though unfortunately, I couldn't notice that since I felt like I would die at any given moment.

"Hey! Hey!" Iris dropped to her knees beside the couch; she spoke in a low pitched rush and grasped my shoulders to maneuver me into an upwards sitting position. "Take deep breaths... Breath in, breath out..." She mimicked her words by taking in her own profound breaths.

I could barely make out her face, or make out anything for that matter. The room around me was a full blur. All I knew was pain, mother fucking brain-pulsing pain.

Something pressed against my lips. It felt like glass, and seconds later, the taste of water flowed into my mouth. And gradually, the pain began to dissipate. I accepted the liquidy sensation more readily as if it were the cure to my dying illness; the water trickled down my throat in tandem with the mental throbbing that started decreasing in intensity.

"That's it.. Drink." Now sitting beside me, Iris had one hand on the back of my head while the other held the water glass steady before my face.

My mind cleared to the point where I was able to take hold of the glass without her help and drink on my own accord.

Iris watched me tentatively as if I were about to implode any minute. Who knew if that was a valid concern or not. Regardless, with the pain nearly subsided in its entirety, I finally noticed how close she was to my current position. On the couch beside me, just a cushion seat away, one of her legs laid on its side as she leaned towards me, providing a nice angle of her breasts.

The glass was tipped entirely over as I drained its contents. Once empty, I leaned forward and sighed.

"Thanks..." I breathed out my appreciation. "That helped clear my head."

"Thank god..." The woman's face relaxed into one of notably relife. "I didn't realize that..."

"Yeah you got a full-on example of those headaches I've been experiencing. And before you ask, I have NO idea what causes them!" With that said, I slumped on the couch. My body slid down the padded cushion until Iris's thighs were at eye level, just a head tilt to my right.

Iris observed me in silence, her lips held tight together. While she sat in thought, I stayed where I was, just staring at her legs, something I could probably do for hours without getting bored. It's interesting how the tight pants she wore hugged the thick shape of her thighs so effortlessly.

"Alright. Well..." Iris spoke up, drawing my attention away from her legs. "Let's try to make some progress.""Let's try to make some progress."

I raised a brow.

"You said you can check people out without them noticing," Her head tilted to the side. "Right?"

"I mean, yeah. But you don't believe me so... What's the point?"

"I want to believe you. So here," As if on cue, and with no shame, Iris extended her leg and rested it on the couches armrest to my left.

My jaw nearly dropped. Nearly! So it doesn't count.

Her meaty thigh jiggled from the **** as she dropped her leg onto the couch.

"Come on." The dark-skinned woman gestured with a slender arm towards her leg. "Look at my leg. Right here." She brought up a hand and slapped her thigh, making her healthy flesh wobble before my eyes—the pant's tight material was doing nothing to hide the shape of her leg.

"Oh, I'm..." I gulped. "I'm looking."

She frowned. But not for the reason I would've expected from her.

"No you aren't, you're looking to the side. Get closer." She shook her leg and used a hand to rub up the shape of her calf, past the knee, and trail to her thigh.

"Trust me. You have my full attention." To prove my point, I shifted closer, my eyes glued to the natural shape of her thigh.

"Maybe you're a chest guy..." I heard her mumble. Then she sank to her knees, and before I knew it, she was kneeling before me. She gripped her top's neckline and pulled it forward, so I had a clear view directly down her top.

"Come on. This is your one chance. You can look as much as you want."

I was fully erect a strain was evident through my pants. An attractive woman was on her knees, telling me I can leer at her tits all I fucking want. It would be a sin if I wasn't aroused!

I obviously looked. I leaned forward, and Iris arched her back. She jutted her chest outwards while pulling the neckline of her shirt down. Her brown bra-clad boobies were revealed to my perving eyes. So she was wearing a bra, it was just braless. Neat.

"You're not looking."

"I am! I promise I am!" I spoke to her tits. I leaned even closer to her, and she mimicked the action. It was to the point where my entire face was no more than a foot away from her chest. I could make out the subtle breathing and the rise and fall of her tits. Even the faint fruity scent of soapy perfume made its way up my nose due to how close we were. If I darted out my tongue and shifted a few inches closer, I could even get a taste of her dark-skinned tits.

Taking in a deep breath, I enjoyed the sensation of being this close to a woman, just to prove a point that I made clear multiple times at this point.

I backed away, just enough so that I could speak without getting tempted to lap at her boobs. Her tits were still totally my main focus.

"You see. My head is faced right at your chest."

"And you're still not looking at my chest." Iris sighed. "I guess I have to do this." She released her hold on her top's neckline and made a move to remove the shirt entirely. Her fingers gripped the bottom hem, and in one quick movement, she yanked it over her head, ruffling her dark curly hair in the process.

This professional reporter was now completely topless in my living room. She discarded the top onto the carpeted floor and made an effort to fix her hair. Jiggling her modest rack before me in the process.

I certainly enjoyed the sight of her tight cleavage, the strapless bra she wore squeezed her chest together. Seeing those naturally sized melons, so closely pressed, gave me the urge to insert something long and girthy between them.

"Alright." Iris breathed. She jutted out her chest. "I want you to look directly at my breasts. Now, where else."

Of course, she didn't need to tell me that. But since she did, I have literally no reason not to.

Though I had to ask. "You know, if shook your breasts for me, I'd really want to look."

With a quick eye roll, Iris sighed. "Sure."

I licked my lips in anticipation.

But before I could see the topless reporter's braclad tits jiggle for my entertainment. There was a sudden and abrupt crackle through the air. A sonic boom sent a shockwave of wind to crash through the room, knocking over nearly every furniture that wasn't weighted down.

Both Iris and I rightly recoiled at the sudden intrusion.

I blinked rapidly and opened my eyes.

That's when I saw Power Girl, floating before us—fully suited in her iconice white attire, the red cap swayed across her back menacingly. Her hands rested around her curved skin-exposed thighs, and they were curled into fists. With that, and her glowing red eyes resonating pure energized heat, this woman was pissed.