The Truth

Karen stared, uncomprehending, at the sights that surrounded her as she floated through the... well, she wasn't exactly sure. Just like she wasn't sure what she was seeing. Her superior Kryptonian intellect and her base femme instincts were telling her that she was surrounded by ASS; endlessly twerking and bouncing and clapping bootymeat that filled up her senses until there was nothing else, just endlessly multiplying and shifting through the myriad ways to interpret 'bubble butt bitches making it POP'. But this couldn't be ASS - or, at least, not as mortal minds understood it. They were too perfect, nothing less than pure perversion, more ASS than anyone could comprehend.

I'm a PAWG femme stud...

And the music! Thumping, pounding beats in time with the clapping of all that ASS, running together into a single, soul-rending message!

I love the babes that take my cock...

She could feel her body twitching into life of its own accord.

Pin them down and knock them up...

Blood rushing through her.

I want my horny breeder sluts...

Filling her with energy.

Dirty filthy fantasies...

Filling her with power!

I want to fill their dreams with me...

Her femme cock, already agonisingly hard, swelled.

Phat MILF ASS and tits...

Her balls, already achingly full, grew.

Oh my god, I want that shit!

With a howl of feral desire and a spasm so powerful it seemed to twist her entire body around itself, Karen blasted her load out into the endless plane of ASS. "Fuuuuuuuuck," she couldn't help the screams that rushed up her throat and burst from her mouth, "fuckfuckfuckffffuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUCK! CUMMING! FUCKING CUMMIIIIIIING!" Karen's hands reached out and somehow grabbed the hips of one of those perfect, perfect booties, pulling it towards her as she slammed her hips forward and sheathed her obscenely swollen cock to the base in its slick, silky, squeezing, perfect asshole. The first thrust destroyed her mind utterly with its sheer sensation. The second rebuilt her better than ever, balls deep in an entirely new ASS. Again and again, smashed apart and put together, becoming a little more perfect each time.

ASS was more than a sexual desire. ASS was more than a way of life. ASS was everything. She was inside the inner workings of reality, an endless domain of ASS just begging to be buttfucked! She lived- No, she existed for ASS! Squeeze the ASS! Spank the ASS! Fuck the ASS! Shake the ASS! Build the ASS! Obey the ASS!

"Obey the ASS," Karen gasped, gazing at the gorgeous Property of Bitch Tamer tramp stamp that adorned every ASS around her. "Obey the ASS!"

Karen came back to herself with a start, staring at her reflection. Her mind was slippery like it was drenched in cum, her thoughts heavy like a phat ASS pressing down on her face. She shook her head and turned to leave the bathroom, spying the date and time on one of the many screens in her apartment that served no sinister purpose and certainly didn't randomly blast her with swirling, shimmering hypnotic videos when they weren't poorly masquerading as innocent digital clocks.

Monday? But that would mean I'm missi-

"Ohmygawdess! DiDi's Daddy is so fucking stacked!"

"Mmm... DiDi's Daddy is so fucking hung..."

Missing... I'm missing...

Karen's body began to move towards the four obvious Bad Girls waiting for her in the living room without her input, as her mind helpfully recentred itself on what really mattered.

I'm missing a phat Bad Girl ASS or four around my cock!

Well, that'd be easy to fix.