Courtney gasped as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a nearby glass door. She wasn't wearing her old costume any more and her staff had changed.
Her long-sleeved blue belly shirt with a white star had been replaced by a slutty blue fishnet top that showed off more than concealed her huge new tits, which each sported a flimsy white star pastie that barely covered her nipples and sparkly blue glitter across her canyon of cleavage. Her blue spandex bicycle shorts were now a short pleated blue skirt that made it abundantly clearly she was wearing just a blue g-string every time she moved, showing off her long legs and toned perky bubble butt. The white combat boot she'd been wearing seconds ago were now just six foot wedge-heeled open toe sandals that thrust her ass out even further. Her mask was replaced with whorish make-up, her fuller, poutier lips done in come fuck me red lipstick and a heavy blue eyeshadow above her now bedroom eyes.
And her belt and staff! Her former belt was now just a gold chain that hung off her hips and pierced her flat navel, emphasizing her trim waist, while her staff now had a camera eye in it and ended in an obviously phallic shape.
A set of new memories flooded her mind, memories where instead of being gifted alien tech by the departing Starman, she'd stumbled across the set of an alien porno and become bonded with their equipment, granting her the abilities of getting any man to fuck her hard (regardless of how powerful they were) and having it be caught on film on her "staff". While it wasn't a power set anyone felt comfortable with besides the barely legal Courtney, she could now remember helping to "subdue" Black Adam and the Wrecking Crew among other powerful male threats . . . and it made her so fucking wet!
"Superman . . ." she whispered into his ear as she leaned forward and rubbed her tits against his broad chest. "I need you to fuck me. NOW."
The Man of Steel's features flickered in distaste but only for a second, instead becoming one of deep, smoldering lust.
In a flash of red, white and blue, the two were gone.
"Ugh. What a slut!" She-Hulk muttered.
***
Courtney blinked as she found herself in a vast bedroom where the walls were made of crystal.
Superman threw her onto the bed roughly after tearing off her tiny skirt and fishnet top.
"You just won't stop begging for it until you stop breathing, will you?" he growled. "Me? I've got a different problem."
He shucked off his costume at superspeed and stood before a panting Courtney, naked and rock hard, his massive 14-inch wang standing at attention.
"When I fuck my wife, I feel like I'm fucking a woman made of cardboard. Always taking constant care not to break someone, never allowing myself to lose control or someone could die."
Courtney squeaked in a mixture pain, surprise and delight as Superman suddenly grabbed her by her long blond hair and forced her to her knees before him.
"But you can take it, can't you you big-titted whore?"
She opened her mouth and Superman savagely begin to fuck her face, thrusting his manhood all the way down to the base into her mouth and throat, making her gag and moan around his thick shaft. His roughness excited her and her pussy began to drip with immediate, throbbing need.
"What we have here is a rare opportunity for me to cut loose . . . and fuck a woman just as hard as I can!"
In seconds, he removed himself from her mouth with an audible pop and shoved her onto her back again, manhandling her huge tits roughly as he plowed into her without foreplay - not that she needed it! This was better than she ever dreamed! She let out a squeal as he penetrated her slick folds and began pounding in and out of her without mercy, harder and faster than an actual jackhammer.
"Fucking whore! You want me to fuck you! I'll fuck you raw!" Superman snarled, letting out all the darker urges and impulses he'd been holding back for years, unleashed by Courtney's powers . . . and she loved every minute of it!
***
Meanwhile back in the kitchen, a few superheroines were putting together the big Thanksgiving meal.
"Wow, Zinda! I just can't believe how big you've gotten!" Mockingbird said with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm a damn whale." grumbled the very pregnant Lady Blackhawk. "Thanks for the reminder."
"I actually meant your tits." Bobbie said with a smirk. "You could give Power Girl a run for her money with those things."
Zinda snorted.
"Yeah, but they're all sloshy and fulla milk. I'd GIVE 'em to you if you could just finish having these damn twins for me! Plus, Steve still won't let me so much as touch his 'Super-Soldier' while I'm in such a 'delicate condition'." the time-tossed fighter pilot said with an eye roll. "At this point, I'd let the Hulk GIVE me a deep dicking!"
"Pfft. You'd die." snorted Big Barda who was trying to figure out how to make a pecan pie with the exasperated assistance of Jesse Quick.
"Yeah, but what a way to go!" Zarda responded with a chuckle.
Black Canary stuck her tongue out at Zarda as she wandered into the kitchen
"Yeah, I'm sure having Captain America as your husband is such a burden. Good thing I like my men slimmer or else I'd try and take over your marital duties." Dinah said with a smirk.
"I know I'd be THANKFUL if my husband was a Super-Soldier instead of an Hour man." Jesse said, mock fanning herself.
"If he lasts an hour, pass him over to me. I'd love to GIVE a man with real stamina a try!" Mockingbird said teasingly.
Suddenly, reality began to change around the women . . .
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