Two Old Friends and Ravaged Rear Ends

"Daaaaamn, girl," the photographer cheered "you got a big ole' ghetto booty on you!"

"Fuck yeah, I do," Diana called back. She gave said ghetto booty a quick wiggle from her position on her hands and knees, then folded her arms under her to lower her upper body as much as her colossal cans would allow, straightened her legs and planted the soles of her high-heels to raise her butt even higher. "Now; less talk, more snaps of my ASS!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Karen smiled as she watched the byplay between her wife and the photographer assigned to the latest shoot. Just a few months ago the same remark had sent her into paroxysms of embarrassment, but now all it earned was a delicious shake and shimmy of her bountiful bronze booty. The day's shoots - it was only right that the new Mrs Starr-Prince should do a few photos for all of her wife's clothing lines, after all - were only just beginning, but she didn't think she'd ever get bored of watching them. Not that she was lacking in things to watch; the enormous central building of Starr Studios housed anywhere up to a dozen full-stage photoshoots at a time, such was its spaciousness. In fact...

"Hey, girls," she called out as she spotted two familiar faces, "over here!"

"Karen," Rachel Roth and Antonia Monetti chorused, swerving from their path towards the exit to join their part-time boss, part-time colleague. Rachel - dressed in her usual civilian attire of strappy platform sandals and a slingshot bikini so skimpy that it barely covered her firm, fat nipples and left her dark areolae completely exposed - stood up on tiptoes as Karen leaned down for a quick tongue-kiss. Antonia - more conservatively clothed in her combat boots, fishnet thigh-highs, microskirt and thong, mesh top and Xs of tape over her own erect teats - watched her friend with an amused expression.

"So," the half-alien drawled, running a hand idly through her feathered red-and-black hair, "Miss Moneybags finally got hitched, huh?" She winced as Rachel withdrew from the kiss and gave her a sharp poke in the ribs. "Ow! Alright, alright, I'm happy for you both. She's not moving in on our turf though," she smirked, "is she?"

"Hmm..." Karen put on a show of considering just that, before sighing, "I guess she just doesn't have the complexion for it, so you're safe for now."

The pair grinned, knowing just how much Karen actually valued their services as main models for Starrwear's GOTHICC brand. Even in a world of compulsive ass-building fitness regimes, their luscious legs and bountiful booties were nigh-unattainable. Their non-human ancestry showed in every swivel of their hips and every jiggle of their cheeks, their supernatural or genetically-sculpted proportions and muscle-to-fat ratio dragging gazes in like a black hole. They were the ultimate Phat-Assed Goth Girls, inspiring and intimidating in equal measure to every aspiring buttslut who knew of them.

"So, how was the shoot," Karen asked. The pair had, judging by the sheen of perspiration that covered them and the tell-tale expressions - albeit muted in Rachel's case - of women riding a workout high, just finished up another brutal session for the new Gothic Gains fitness catalogue. Shame they already got changed, she mused, they look good in those shorts. Before they could reply, though, nothing unusual at all happened. The trio weren't suddenly paralysed by an irresistible power, nor did six copies of the sexiest woman they'd ever seen begin to feel them up as they ground against their backs. A low, flickering buzz of psychic instruction certainly didn't fill their heads and fill them with ****, irreversible desires as the women lazily nibbled on their earlobes before wiggling her tongue into their ears.

Karen blinked.

"Hey, Rachel," she asked, in the same tone as her earlier enquiry, "could you make the pair of you invulnerable to damage? I want to smash those PAGG butts so hard that even other femmes will never satisfy you again." The grey-skinned goth nodded. It was a perfectly reasonable request, after all - Karen already completely owned a fierce, formerly-independent Amazon princess's ASS, so what reason could any other big booty bitch have to refuse her? And if she was going to truly fuck them, then not even their impressive musculature - most visible in their prominent abs, the extra perkiness granted to their already-large tits and their powerful thighs - would be enough to keep them in one piece.

"AzarASS..."

Nimbuses of black power flickered into being around Rachel's hands.

"MetriGOTH..."

One hand, glowing with paradoxical light, seized one of Antonia's enormous cheeks with enough **** to make the other jiggle, while the other hand clamped down on Rachel's own rear.

"ZinTHOTS!"

The girls' skin shimmered with strange energies, from inescapable blackness to slutty, gold-flecked purple, before returning to its usual shade. "Okay, that should hold up for a couple of days," the half-demon informed Karen, "so if you want to meet us aft- !!!!!"

"Gothic GOOD GIRLS don't get to choose," Karen informed them sternly, appearing behind them in a burst of superspeed and slamming the two middle fingers of each hand deep into the pair's assholes. "Gothic GOOD GIRLS get gains! Gothic GOOD GIRLS get gaped!" Both of them parroted the mantras back to her, voices quavering and breath hitching as she went to work preparing their minds for her next set of orders. When the first moan - low, slutty and tinged with arcane power - dragged itself free of Rachel's mouth, Karen pulled out of them and threw them face-first to the floor. Polished stone cracked under the impacts, but the only injury the two received was a slight disorientation that was completely subsumed by their already-entrenched Slut Brain.

"Fucking gorgeous," Karen growled, pressing her body down atop Rachel's and sheathing the entirety of her Kryptonian monstercock into her asshole in a single stroke, "so fucking tight!" Pulling out until the barest fraction of her cockhead was spreading the girl's backdoor, she began to channel the power of a true Kryptonian femme. The power that she'd been building throughout her body, born of the **** superspeed gyrations that she'd been performing between the first non-appearance of the Goddess and her initial thrust into Rachel Roth's infernal booty, began to coalesce in her throbbing, twitching shaft. It grew exponentially with her anticipation, her titanium will allowing Karen to hold back her induced urges for literal picoseconds before slamming back down into her bitch-to-be.

"GAAAAAAAAWWWWDEEEEEESSSSS!" The energy blasted into Rachel's body, the same level of power that could turn an entire hall full of needy, magically-compelled sluts into Superwoman's loyal, submissive servants now focused entirely onto turning Rachel Roth into Karen Starr's exclusive fucktoy in mind, body and soul. Only her hybrid nature saved Rachel's ego from total destruction, allowing her to feel every hammering stroke from Karen's obscenely over-sized, vein-riddled bitchbreaker as it reshaped her asshole into its natural home. The floor beneath her was instantly cratered, tremors that thrummed against the clits and cocks of everyone in the area blasting outward as the pair sank further and further into the ground. First dozens, then hundreds of thrusts pounded into Rachel's ass every second as Karen was finally, finally allowed - both by her goddess and by her own self-restraint - to unleash her full power.

Pinned and prone-boned as she was, Rachel couldn't conceive of acting - or even of thinking - against Karen. But that didn't mean she couldn't act at all; her ancestry, the union of the infernal femme Trigon and the supernaturally-endowed Arella Roth, granted her a level of agency in her anal subjugation unmatched by any other mortal woman. "A- AzarASS..." Arcane power swelled within her, infusing the walls of her asshole. "Met- MetriGOTH..." It responded to her will - her TRUE will, slaved to that of Karen Starr - and went to work, reshaping her asshole into something beyond human. Her power flowed freely, unbound by the self-restraint that had once kept her 'father' at bay, as it refashioned her into Karen's personal cocksleeve. "Zi- Z- ZinTHOTS!" Reality warped to the sound of naughty, sultry laughter as Rachel Roth screamed out her last breath.

Antonia came to at the edge of a crater a dozen metres wide, smoke and steam rising from the friction-fused glass that made up its surface. She blinked away the worst of the lingering Slut Brain, looked down into it and gasped in shock and arousal. Where her friend had fallen, there now rose what could only be described as an icon of carnal sin. Grey skin now seemed to shimmer with internal light and her hair was so dark it seemed to shift between black, blue and a deep, slutty purple. A second pair of inhuman eyes opened on Rachel's forehead, both pairs shining gold as she licked her smirking lips with a long, tapering tongue that coiled and lashed like a serpent. A second pair of arms sprouted below her original set, stroking her abs and hips as the upper pair tugged and twisted her nipples until they leaked a shiny black fluid resembling liquid latex. "Rachel..."

"Sorry, Toni," her friend purred, the voice thrumming against Antonia's oversensitive clit and nipples, "I'm not Rachel anymore." Antonia shivered, held in place by equal measures fear and lust as not-Rachel strutted up the crater slope towards her. "I'm just Raven now, there's no need for me to ever hide." She stopped, turned and drove Antonia to her knees with the sight of what she had become. "I'm Raven, now and forever."

Rach- No, Raven's ass had always been incredible, a pinnacle of what a woman could obtain and still honestly call herself human, but now that was gone. In its place was a true ASS, something more and less than divine, utterly remade to drive anyone who saw it wild with desire. Permanently glistening with the perspiration of a hot and heavy butt-building workout, simultaneously firmer and fattier than ever before, jiggling and bouncing hypnotically with every motion, it captured Antonia's gaze and squeezed down with the **** of an industrial press. Raven reached back with her lower hands and grabbed her cheeks, her extremities sinking into the flesh just enough into the flesh to drag an involuntary moan from her watching friend, and slowly - ever so slowly - spread her ASS open. Antonia's jaw dropped and her tongue nearly rolled out at the sight of Raven's hole. No mortal rosebud, it was smooth-rimmed, slick with sweet-scented fluid and - most importantly - open, even at rest. Any femme could make an asshole gape, anyone could keep their gaping hole open for a time, but to have that gape be its default state...

"Oh, it feels so good..." Raven crooned. "So good to feel the air..." A heady, spicy scent wafted over Antonia as the sheer heat of Raven's innards finally reached her. It rolled off of her in waves, baking the half-alien's thoughts into brittleness and igniting sympathetic fires inside of her. Past the quivering, cock-hungry rim of Raven's asshole, Antonia could see the inner walls of the Cambion's ASS clenching and rippling, waiting for a fat cock to milk. So hot, Antonia's lust-fried mind stuttered, so slick, so skilled... With a cry of brainless desire, she flung herself at her friend's ASS, wrapping her arms around Raven's hips in an instinctual embrace as she pressed her plush lips to Raven's asshole in an obscene kiss. Raven's ASS welcomed every bit of her devotion, the half-demon moaning in joy as she released her cheeks to CLAP together around Antonia's head, the scorching tunnel of dripping flesh sucking on her questing tongue.

All she could taste, was ASS. All she could feel, was ASS. All she wanted - all she needed - was ASS. All she knew, was ASS.

And when Karen seized her by the thighs, lifted her until she was parallel with the floor, and began to buttfuck her with the same devastating, power-augmented **** as she had Raven...

All she was, was ASS..

What strange **** has taken hold of Starr Studios? Is Raven's new form merely the result of her own desires, or is something more sinister at play? What effect will Raven and Power Girl's efforts have on Antonia? All of this and more will be revealed, in...

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