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Power Girl was a stranger to hangovers. Sure, she needed some pretty heavy stuff to get blitzed in a reasonable amount of time, but when she felt the urge to let her inhibitions drop and give some random guy in Metropolis the best night of sloppy, bed-destroying sex he would ever experience, she could reach that point. But unless she was drinking some alcohol meant for cooling Soviet jets, she almost always woke up the next day feeling pretty fine. The stomachaches, the dizziness, and the headaches that her fellow Justice Leaguers complained about at times were pretty foreign to her own experience.

So when Kara Zor-El woke up, her head throbbing like Gorilla Grodd had used it as a bongo set for open night at the Legion of Doom, her stomach spinning around, she thought for a moment she must have finally joined that sorry club of bedraggled ladies. Kara’s dry lips parted, and a sad, hoarse noise came out of her mouth.

“What in God’s name did I do last night?”

Her eyes refusing to open, Power Girl finally became aware of her body. Her chest felt tight, and she realized that she was in her costume. Against her skin, she felt damp soil. She was also sweating terribly, as she realized how hot and humid the air was. In the distance, she heard animal cries and calls. Her confused mind took a few minutes to collate all these different pieces of information.

She never went to bed in her costume!

It was winter in Metropolis!

She never slept on the ground… except when she rolled onto it in the middle of the night!

She never left her TV on nature documentaries unless she was trying to seduce Black Canary!

When her brain finally brought it all together,, Kara’s eyes fluttered briefly. Even the little bit of light that hit her corneas sent stabbing pains through her brain though, and so she had to go slowly, very slowly. At first, she saw nothing even with her eyes a little open, but the vague shapes above and around her began to resolve themselves into the tall, flat roots of an immense tree.

Kara lifted her head, detritus and leaves sticking to her hair, and saw that she was at the base of a vast tree of orange wood, and that she was surrounded by a seemingly endless forest of them all around her. She looked up, to see that they stretched into the sky, easily twice or even three times the size of a redwood tree on Earth, their canopies so gigantic that the ground level she was on was dim even in the middle of the day.

More groans came from Kara’s chest as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, holding onto the root that was taller than she was. A few questions came to her mind.

“Where the hell am I?”

“Where’s the important thing I need to find?”

“Whose ass do I need to kick?”

A few shuffled steps out of the root hollow, and Power Girl had to stop and sit down on the root as it sank into the soil. She looked over herself, checking for anything unusual. But besides the dark soil that she brushed off her legs, she seemed fine. Her suit felt tight, though, tighter than usual. As she reached into her belt, she breathed a sigh of relief to feel her all-in-one communicator and scanner, a combination of the finest Kryptonian and Human technology, courtesy of Wayne Enterprises. However, when she pulled it out, thinking of how she was going to explain herself to Kal-El, she found it barely operative.

“Aww, crap,” she muttered, banging it on the side a few times to get it in the right mood. “C’mon, ya lousy piece…” She had to hold the machine a little higher than normal, as her breasts got in the way when she held it normally.

When she tried other settings, she got a big flashing display – “KRYPTONIAN SIGNAL IDENTIFIED”

Power Girl slapped her forehead as her memories came back to her. “Ohhh, that’s right! I knew there was a reason I was tooling around space!” She slapped the root as the train of events reasserted itself. She’d gone into space to do some scouting for Kryptonian stuff so bad guys didn’t get their mitts on it. Then getting close to this planet, she’d caught the signal, and descended.

After that things got hazy. Power Girl filled in the gaps – she must have gotten hit by some energy blast coming down, because the last time she’d felt so rough had been fighting Brainiac. That, and her lack of communication with Earth, complicated things a little bit, but Kara was confident she’d figure it all out. Checking her scanner again, it gave her a vague direction that the signal was coming from.

Alighting from the root, Power Girl flew into the air for about 50 yards before she couldn’t stay up anymore. Her breasts gouged a line in the soil of the alien jungle until she spun around into a stop. She blinked in confusion, panting, the cleavage hole of her suit now filled with dirt and leaves. Grumbling, she bent over and emptied her suit out as best she could, before looking back up through a break in the canopy, to finally notice the reddish tinge of the star.

“Oh, c’mon, are you telling me I’m gonna have to walk to this thing?” Power Girl muttered to herself. She sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping, but in her heart she knew it was the best idea. Even if she could fly for longer, it would leave her utterly exhausted. Better to marshal her strength for the chance some wildlife thought she was a part of their diet.

Walking through the boughs of the forest, seeing far-off shapes move up and down the great trees, Kara started to become aware of more movement than usual from her breasts. She stopped for a moment and examined them. It only took her a moment to realize that they seemed larger than usual.

Kara’s assets had always been a source of pride for the Kryptonian, but… not this much pride! Without anything to measure them with, she was stuck thinking of them like fruit back on Earth. Testing one with her hand, checking its weight and firmness and measuring with her fingers, she felt it had to be larger than a fat cantaloupe. At least her suit acted as an alternative to a sports bra, something she knew some of the other heroines were jealous of.

As she walked through the unfamiliar jungle, Kara focused on its alien sounds and smells to help her try and ignore the stifling heat. She heard bestial cries and squawks far, far above her, where the branches of the giant trees spread out into a titanic, blue-leaved canopy. She saw six-legged climbers, sleek and hairless, the size of big cats, clinging to the rough trunks, their three eyes trained on her unusual presence. A wave to one pair set them scuttling up and away from her. In the far distance, she heard a mighty roar, so low that it was beyond human hearing, a rumble through the ground and air that echoed off the cyclopean trunks.

Wiping the sweat from her eyes as well as she could, Kara figured the roar had come from somewhere north of her, away from her current course, but she checked her scanner just to make sure. “I’d really rather not have to tussle with something that can make that kind of noise,” she said to herself, just to hear a friendly voice.

A few hours later, the sun still high in the sky telling Kara that day and night here were much longer than on Earth, the landscape began to change. The mighty giants began to shrink in height somewhat, and grew closer together. The ground itself began to undulate, gently at first, and then with deeper lows and higher ridges the further Kara went.

Hearing the whistling noise of something falling from above her, Kara jumped up and grabbed it, expecting one of the climbers. Instead in her hands she had a massive, rough-skinned fruit with spongy flesh, as big as her head. She stared at it for a moment, blinking in incomprehension until her stomach growled.

“Check the scanner… no ‘known poison warning’ flashing… always a good sign,” Kara muttered as she put the machine back. But if she was being honest, she was hungry enough to take a bite of just about anything by that point, now that her stomach was no longer spinning around inside her. Shrugging, she brought the fruit up to her face and bit into it. Her teeth sank into the soft flesh, and hit the seed inside sooner than she’d expected. She rubbed at her vibrating teeth as she chewed the flesh. It was pale and sweet, and the clear liquid juice ran down her chin as she took bite after bite, rotating the fruit around with every loud chomp she took.

By the time Kara had stripped the seed of the flesh, she was a sticky mess around her mouth, her neck, and her cleavage. Normally she wouldn’t have minded too much, but her sweat only made the sticky stuff melt and spread further down her body, making her suit stick to her skin uncomfortably. With no water around to wash herself with, she sighed and kicked the seed into the distance.

“How big an asshole do you need to crap that thing out safely?” she chuckled. But she decided she’d rather not find out, and kept going.

The route Kara took towards the distant signal was fairly level and straight, thankfully. But as she got further from the giants’ grove, the little ridges got taller, their valleys deeper and wider, until she was clambering up the side of what could only be called a hill. When she got to the top, she made an unhappy noise. The ground she’d been walking on had been damp, but this valley had the unmistakable odor of petrichor and liquid mud coming from the bottom.

Sliding carefully down the slope, the Kryptonian was surprised by just how deep the mud at the bottom was. She let out a sharp yelp as her leg plunged down into the mud past her knee. What she thought had been mostly dry had in fact been a layer of detritus on the muck, undisturbed for who knew how long. “Ack, gross!” she complained as she grabbed a tree branch near her and pulled herself out, her lower leg coated in a green and brown film, the line on her thigh so stark it was like her skin had been water-printed.

The heat of the jungle was so stifling that even the slight relief of the warm mud was something Power Girl had to admit felt nice, but the feeling of the mud seeping into her boot, and how it all clung to her bare skin, was something she was not happy with. Taking off her boot and then upending it, she tried to scrape off the mud from her leg as best she could – she wasn’t worried about leeches, but she didn’t want to test it either.

Looking across the little valley, Kara guessed at its size. “I can jump that,” she said out loud. Putting her boot back on, she went back up the slope a little bit, got a running start, and then jumped. Her flight kicked in just a bit to give her a little boost and make sure she landed on her feet safely. Who knew what microorganisms lived in this environment, though the fact of maybe/mostly/kind of incompatible alien biology probably protected her from them. Probably.

Leaping across valley after valley, Kara felt confident that she’d be able to reach the critical signal source before things got too worrisome. She scrambled up one muddy ridge though, and the sight that greeted her made her heart sink.

The land was lower than before, and flat. But it was a swamp of the muddy liquid she’d been jumping over, as far as her eyes could see. Here and there small islands rose from the mire, anchored by great orange spires, but they were spread far and wide.

Kara pouted and then blew a raspberry. “Bluhhhh, this sucks.” But if she wanted to go straight towards the signal, and she really wanted to go straight to the signal, she’d need to cut through this hazard. Far away she saw the indistinct forms of many-limbed behemoths, their steps making rumbles in the ground as they reached up. Kara’s eyes widened. “OK, that fruit’s tastier than I am, guys. Don’t mind me, I’m not even here.”

Getting down the ridge, Kara took a deep breath and slowly dipped her boot into the mud, expecting to fall in. When her boot bottom hit solid ground, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the top layer of muck and slime only barely overtopped her boot. “Well, gotta do what ya gotta do,” she told herself.

A few steps in, the mud seeped into her boots and around her toes, making Kara grimace, but she could live with a little bit of discomfort. “I’m gonna take a long bath when I get home,” she muttered.

Boldly and without flagging strength, Power Girl trudged through the swamp. The behemoths never came too close to her, though their footsteps always made the mud shiver. Power Girl just kept on her own path, confident that most alien lifeforms closer to her size were more scared of her than she could ever be of them.

After a few hours, she found herself panting, and was confused when she finally caught it. She realized that the mud was a little warmer than before. As she went further, she turned around to look at the path her feet had carved in the layer of refuse on top of the liquid. Farther away it was dark green and brown mud like the whole time before, but about 300 yards away she saw the dark colors begin to lighten. When she looked down at her feet, she saw that she stood in a murky, cloudy white slime.

Kara grimaced, especially as an oily smell, raised by her disturbances in the muck, came up to waft her nose. “Ugh… what the hell is this stuff?” Kara wrinkled her nose. “Wait, scratch that. I’d really rather not know what this stuff is.”

With the mire transformed from mud into this new kind of ooze, Kara’s steps grew harder and harder, the muck thicker and stickier than ever. Near one of the giant trunks, Kara decided she needed to take a bit of a break, and began to head toward the little island around it. Before she could reach the little rise, however, she stepped wrong, and her foot came wrenching out of her boot, the sudden release of her leg sending her bowling over into the slime. “Wahh!” came out of her mouth, before she splashed into the slime face-first.

Kara coughed as she pushed herself out of it, spitting out what she could. “Guhhhhhhh,” spilled out of her lips as Kara stopped there for a moment, on her hands and knees, letting what could drip off her do so. She shook her head, trying to get stuff off her face and out of her eyes, but it was tough, and when she tried to open them, she couldn’t see too well. At least things weren’t as bad as they could have been – the slime tasted like an inoffensive lube, and Kara had tasted much worse chemical concoctions on Earth.

Getting to her feet, holding onto the root emerging from the sludge next to her to help her balance, Kara turned around to find her boot. She had to grope around for it, her flailing dive having turned the whole muck around her for 10 yards into a cloudy mess, but eventually she brushed it with her fingers and grasped it firmly, finding it had fallen on its side.

Power Girl knew what her suit was capable of. It was Kryptonian, after all, and the technology thereof meant it could do amazing things. It could repair itself from extremely high levels of damage, in some cases even duplicating itself if bisected and prompted with the right kind of energy. But she still needed at least a part of it, and she had no intention of cutting her remaining boot in two to see how long it took to regrow.

Kara tried yanking the boot out with one hand, but failed as her fingers slipped off again and again. She tried both hands, but her bent posture couldn’t get enough leverage. Acknowledging necessity, Kara knelt again in the gross slime, grabbing the boot from the bottom and tugging.

What Kara did not notice, her attention wholly and entirely focused on her single-minded task, was the soft, silent slithering of something behind her. Her excessive movements had sent ripples in the muck like an animal trapped in an asphalt seep, and the sweet juice smell still clung to her skin even if she couldn’t smell it anymore. It had been enough to draw a native creature to investigate.

On her hands and knees, trying to coax her wayward piece of costume from its trap, the first thing that Kara felt was a warm, wet, and heavy presence on her ass and back. She furrowed her brow, wondering if it was just the slime drooling down her body, but she was bent over. Then she noticed that the presence was moving on her.

“That’s weird… wait, WHAT?!” Kara whipped her head around as the slime-covered presence coiled around her belly and back up. She saw its blank, faceless head of gray flesh with brown spots, with just two tube-like stalks on it. “The hell are you?” she said, more annoyed than afraid. “I’m not a tree root, buddy!” she said, exasperated at the slug’s appearance. Had she been sitting there for so long that she couldn’t be distinguished from the environment?

The alien did not react to her complaint, and so Kara wriggled her body, trying to dislodge the alien. But its slimy form only clung tighter to Kara’s hips, waist, and then her back, until she could feel the head on her shoulder. “Where are you even going, buddy?” Kara asked, confused. “No roots, no fruits, no nothing, dude, sorry!”

Loath to let go of her prize for fear of losing it under the murky surface forever, Kara tried to shove the alien slug off of her with one hand. Her palm pressed into its head, between the stalks, and her hand sank into the spongy, springy flesh, deforming the surface, but not moving it. “Oh, come on…” she mumbled. It was a weird feeling, having the alien clinging to her body. It was warm and slimy, like she was caught by a long, fat tongue that was swirling around her. She didn’t feel any threatening aura from the animal, but it was still kind of embarrassing.

It was especially embarrassing, actually, because Kara had to try not to admit to herself that it felt kind of nice. But to even acknowledge the sensation in her belly, even to deny it, made Kara’s cheeks red. Unfortunately, the slug did not have Kara’s feelings in its simple mind, and as she sighed it slipped down over her collarbone and into her suit through the hole over her cleavage.

“H… Hey! What are you thinking!” she shouted, startled more than scared. The squishy head dove between her breasts, coating the valley between them with a fresh layer of slime. Kara let out an involuntary moan at the sensation. It was weirdly erotic, tracing down her skin slowly, with enough pressure to push her breasts apart. The slug wasn’t that heavy, but its searching head and mouth had enough force behind them to remind Kara of being held by a particularly insistent lover.

“OK, wow,” Kara chuckled, “it hasn’t been that long since I last got laid, has it?” The reactions her body was having to this slug were making her just a little nervous. Was her subconscious mind really this desperate for sexual contact? “I’m not… I’m not getting turned on by this, am I?” she laughed. But she could feel her nipples stiffening under the slug’s textured skin, and her pussy squeezing, juices slowly leaking from her hole to dampen the crotch of her costume.

Kara looked down, to see her suit bulging and squirming from all the motion of the slug inside it, and she shut her eyes tightly. “OK… maybe it has been a while…” she muttered. She took a few deep breaths as the slug head went back across from her left breast to her right. “That’s… that’s not so bad,” she breathed out as the slug’s head wrapped around the bottom curve of her breasts and then came back up.

“Hnngghh…” Power Girl moaned gently, biting her lip as the warm slime covered her stiff nipple. She felt erotic warmth spread through her limbs, a welcome sensation that, if she was totally honest with herself, was not really in a huge hurry to stop. “Like my tits, huh?” she breathed out, “Well, you must be a male slug then.” Kara chuckled, the movement rubbing her nipple against the slug’s flesh. “The slug kept coiling around Kara’s breasts, going from one to the other, until the warm slime it extruded was pouring down and leaking out of the bottom of Kara’s suit.

Her eyes half-lidded, Kara let the alien squeeze her tits rhythmically, the alien pulse of its body writhing under her suit leaving her breathless. “Wow… you’re pretty good at this, aren’t you?” she panted. “Been a while since a guy’s been so attentive to my girls, usually they just plunge right into my hole, ya know?” Kara thought back to her long list of recent partners. “Hell, most of the girls haven’t been so obsessed with my tits either.”

She thought for a moment that found itself being stretched out longer and longer due to losing her train of thought a few times. But eventually she started piecing together a chain of reasoning. What harm was there in letting the slug have some fun? It wasn’t hurting her – it wasn’t even coiled that tightly around her! And the juices leaking out of her snatch to dribble down her thighs, mingled with the leaking slime of the slug to finally mix with the mire below her, told Kara how her body felt about being held like this.

Yeah, it was a weird alien slug, but what woman in the Justice League hadn’t had an ill-advised or slightly scandalous fling with incompatible alien biology? Or monstrous? Or extra-dimensional? And that wasn’t even taking into account compatible biology but incompatible tempers! Frankly, a slug that just focused on massaging Kara’s tits until she came was fairly pedestrian in comparison! There wasn’t even penetration of any sort going on! Even if the animal decided to go hostile, she was Power Girl, for crying out loud!

“I could squish you if I wanted to, you know,” she said to the slug, who didn’t respond in any way.

With her declaration of superiority and dominance made, Kara let the alien continue to play with her breasts, squeezing them, squishing them, spreading them, adoring them in a purely physical manner. Her thighs clenched and relaxed over and over again as she was brought closer and closer to orgasm in long elliptical orbits. Kara let out lusty noises from her throat, heavy “guh”s and breathy “hah”s and panting “yes…!” that would have been dearly sought after by many lovers back on Earth.

More and more of the slug coiled around Kara’s body, and then more around her tits, until her left breast spilled out from her cleavage hole. “Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, even though she knew that no one was around for her to be embarrassed. But the break in the lulling rhythm made her realize that the star, with its long day, had visibly moved in the sky above. “How long have I been here…?” she asked herself.

The question was enough for her to remember that she still had work to do, and a critical Kryptonian signal to find the source of. “OK, you’ve had enough fun,” she sighed, “time to go buddy…” She had really been looking forward to the full-blown orgasm that she was certain was coming, but duty won out in the end.

Power Girl grabbed onto the head, pressed against her areola, intending to pull the alien off her chest. That was when the slug started sucking on Kara’s nipple. A half-oval, flat mouth clamped on her stiff nub, and began gnawing on the sensitive flesh. “Ahh…! Haaaah…!” Kara gasped, her eyes wide as the intense orgasm she’d been hoping for hit her. Her pussy squirted, her thighs shivering as she lost control of her lower body.

Kara had been hoping for an orgasm, but that was far more powerful than she’d been expecting. She blinked a few times, unable to focus on anything in front of her, her mouth open, unable to say anything coherent.

“Hiiih!” she squealed as the slug kept sucking. The pressure on her nipple wasn’t painful at all, but it was so insistent that she wondered what it was trying to get. “Nnnooo… no milk there, pal!” she groaned, shaking as another orgasm rocked her body.

The slug did not care for Kara’s excuse, however, and kept at it, moving from nipple to nipple and doing its best to milk her, bringing Kara up and down and up and down and up and down on orgasmic waves. “Hoooooh….!” Kara mewled, drool sliding out of the corner of her mouth. Her thighs and ass quivered and shook as her muscles contracted and relaxed with every orgasm. The crotch of her suit was utterly, thoroughly drenched, not only from the slug’s slime, but Kara’s own juices.

Kara wasn’t quite sure when the last time she’d came just from her breasts had been, but clearly it had been long enough for her to really feel it. She felt the orgasms so strongly that she didn’t even notice when a slimy appendage, clear but filled with murky liquid much the same color as the swamp slime, pushed her suit away from her pussy. Even as it slowly entered her, she didn’t notice it, thinking it was only the warmth of the slime and her own orgasms making her hole pant.

An inch in, though, and Kara finally noticed something was inside of her. “Hey…! Hold on…! I didn’t tell you you could fuck me!” she panted. She looked behind her, to see that her leotard was pulled away to one side. The smooth tip of the slug’s penis jammed down into her g-spot, and Kara saw stars. She tried to close her thighs, but found that all it did was squish the slug tight against her hole. The prehensile penis wormed its way into Kara, each inch spreading her inner walls like she was being filled with stiff jelly.

The penetration kept going and going, until Kara was a sweaty, drooling mess. “Just… hurry up already!” she panted, “hurry up and fuck me with that thing!” But no matter her encouragement, the slug went at its own pace. The tip wormed and wiggled against Power Girl’s inner folds, the squeezing of her still-inhumanly powerful muscles from her orgasms perversely slowing down its progress, and making it work harder, making Kara orgasm more. It took more time for the alien penis to finally, wonderfully, press against Kara’s cervix. The sensation made Power Girl cum harder than before, and she slid forward until her stomach and breasts were under the muck again, her face only a few inches from being submerged in the alien jizz again.

Pressed hard against Power Girl’s cervix, the slug’s penis angled itself so it was plugged directly against it. Only once the alien was assured it was as deep as it could go did it begin to cum inside the Kryptonian.

It was unlike any other ejaculation Kara had ever felt before. It wasn’t spurted, it wasn’t fired off in long ropes. It was like a faucet had been turned inside of her. The warm flood splashed against her cervix, making her eyes flutter up and back into her skull. But it didn’t stop. Even as it splashed against her innermost defenses, only a small amount of the alien cum got inside her womb. Most of it filled up inside her tunnel before spilling out into the swamp her crotch was submerged in. But as the penis angled its flow against her cervix, more of the slime got inside Kara, until she could feel the heavy flow pumping into her.

“Oh wow! Oh wow!” she moaned, unable to say anything else. Her mind tried to quantify what the alien was pumping into her based on what she could feel. She felt like she had gallons of jizz inside her womb directly, and the alien was still being inefficient and wasting much. Her womb felt like it was ballooning out, and she could feel her womb press up against her other internal organs. The orgasm that sensation produced in her was unique in her life, and left her babbling, vague syllable-sounds pouring out of her mouth in meaningless fashion.

If Power Girl had lost track of time before, she lost hours here. It was only when the slug was finally, mercifully, finished, that it unplugged the tip of its organ from Kara’s cervix and slowly retreated from her hole. Kara, physically unable to hold herself up after the first hour, had only been kept from being utterly submerged in the muck by the size of her breasts and the slug’s body keeping her head above the steaming surface.

She wasn’t out cold, but she wasn’t fully conscious, either. She was in a state of orgasmic bliss, her hair plastered to her forehead, her mouth agape and tongue lolling out, her whole body covered in sweat. The slug began squirming out from under the weight of Kara’s chest, and when it got far enough the heroine’s head fell into the muck with a thick splash.

The surface bubbled for a moment or two before Kara re-emerged, gasping, coughing, spitting out the slime (again), her senses restored (mostly).

“Ughh, my stomach…” she grumbled, one hand reaching down to feel her belly. Her fingers met her skin far quicker than she’d expected, and her eyes widened. “How much did you fucking pump into me?” she sputtered at the disengaging alien.

As the alien pulled itself out of Kara’s pussy, it made her groan in one last strong orgasm. The slug disentangled itself from Kara’s tits and uncoiled from her body, and began to slide back into the swamp, much reduced in size, having pumped out most of its interior fluids into Power Girl’s womb. Kara got to her hands and knees, and finally saw the distended curve of her belly, inflated from within by the alien jizz. It left her speechless and she looked at the slug as it started to disappear into the swamp.

“What if I follow him and just become his slug wife? He made me cum so much, wouldn’t that be great?”

The thought flitted across Kara’s consciousness like a bird, but she still noticed it. She shook her head heavily, trying to fling off the idea like the goo clinging to her face. “That was a weird thought!” she said out loud, laughing. “Man, horny brain can go a little too far,” she continued, slowly pushing herself to her feet. Her belly was swollen outwards, and she could feel the constant leak from between her legs, and she knew she could wait until it was all drained out of her, but she didn’t feel like waiting around in this swamp longer than she absolutely had to. She had to bend over awkwardly to finally pull her boot out of the swamp, the cause of this problem in the first place.

Kara stumbled through the rest of the swamp, leaving a thick trail of cloudy slime behind her. By the time she finally reached some higher ground again, her belly was half-normal, but she was exhausted. Not really from the walking, but that orgasmic attack on her had left her light-headed.

Getting a mile or two away from the swamp, Kara found a giant tree to lay down in a root hollow. Her eyes closed, she hoped that the warm slime still leaking from her hole and running down her thighs would repel other amorous creatures, rather than attract them. Now that she’d had one encounter, she knew the possibility was there for others to attempt the same impossible breeding, and others might not be so lackadaisical in letting her go after they were done. But despite her worries, exhaustion won out, and sleep overtook her quickly enough.

Power Girl dreamed. Intimate hands caressed her body from tip to toe, each movement measured and filled with desire for her. She was totally open, unwilling to put a stop to the lusty exploration of her form, and also unable. Memories of every lover who had buried their face in her cleavage and licked at her breasts replayed in her dreamscape, and she could feel each tongue, distinct but overlapping with the others. She threw her head back and gasped. “Don’t stop!” she moaned to the dream lovers.

But soon the tongues began to meld together, until they were a single, inhuman mass, slimy and alien, insistent and unrelenting. Her breasts were attacked and attacked, and Kara couldn’t stop it. “Yes! Yes! Yeeeesss!” she squealed.

Kara gasped and woke up. She blinked, the sun still quite low in the morning quarter of the sky. “Crap, I slept that entire night away, huh? Guess I needed it…” she muttered. Below her was a puddle of slime, and she could still feel some of it clinging to the insides of her body. It was like the cum didn’t want to leave her, like it wanted to stay deep inside of her. And judging from how wet her pussy still was, it was like her body was receptive to the idea, even if her mind wasn’t quite as willing.

Kara laughed anyway. “OK, clearly I have learned my lesson. No interstellar trips while horny. Next time before I leave Earth I need to take a week and indulge every weird fetish I can think of, so I don’t get distracted!”

Getting back to her feet and continuing on, Power Girl started thinking about how she’d go about it next time. “Well, Wondie can milk me, that’s for sure. Just tie that rope around my tits and just squeeze til I’m empty.” She furrowed her brow. “Wait, but I don’t have any milk in me?” She shook her head again. “That slug got me thinking weird.”

The trees shrank and closed in, and then after a few more miles began to thin out, until Kara began to pass through meadows and clearings, and finally emerged from the swampy forest. In front of her was a tall hill with a ruined but still-recognizably Kryptonian entrance built into the side of it. Kara pumped her fist. “There we go! Not that bad, in the end!”

Approaching the door, she glanced up to the north, where she saw mighty stone peaks in the distance coming down towards her. “Sure glad I didn’t crash up there, that would have sucked!” she chuckled. She then noticed a deep pond next to the doorway, and smiled. She needed to wash all this gunk off of her anyway. She jumped in, and did her best to wipe off all the dried slug goop and swamp grime and sweat that had accumulated on her body and suit. When she was mostly satisfied, Kara laid herself on the grass and spread-eagled, letting the sun dry her and her suit off.

After getting her suit back on, at the entrance a small door made of faded silver metal faced Kara, but it was pushed to the side enough that she could squeeze in. Her breasts made it a little tight, but she got in without too much trouble. The bunker was dark and gloomy, filled with growing plants and small scurrying aliens. Taking care not to just rush in, Kara found herself narrowing her eyes at old, cracked crystal monitors and shattered tablets.

What had this place been? Clearly it had been abandoned for quite a while. But something about it felt weirdly familiar to Kara, like she’d been here before. She looked at a crystal console, inert and lifeless, trying to place it. “Have I seen this at Supes’ place before? I guess I must have…”

Sometimes Kara noticed places where the dust and dirt had been disturbed. Had someone else been through here before her? It didn’t seem like treasure hunters or other looters had gone through and ransacked the place. Maybe just some solitary explorer who came in and out?

She wondered what this ruin would count for in that alien’s journal. “Bipedal ruin found. Technology crystal-based. Still subject to entropy. ” She started giggling at her robotic mental voice, realizing she sounded like Brainiac.

Going deeper, she felt a tingling in her body as she crawled under collapsed hallway ceilings. It wasn’t unpleasant, and it just made her feel warm inside. At least at first. Getting to an elevator shaft, she started gliding down it, using a little bit of her power to keep from free-falling, and it got warmer and warmer as she went deeper. At the bottom level, she felt sweaty again, but it wasn’t hot. Her chest felt tighter than before, but she didn’t really pay attention to it. She knew the source of the signal was close, and she felt compelled to get to it.

Coming out of the shaft, Power Girl was confronted by a giant chamber with a single crystal in the middle. Running to it, Kara found herself panting, her suit feeling horribly tight on her body. The crystal was cracked, and when she got close enough, it started sparking at the cracks.

Kara was about to touch it when a garbled message began to play in her mind.

R̸E̷D̶ ̶K̴R̵Y̷P̶T̵O̷N̸I̷T̸E̵!̵

The warning hit Kara’s head like a sledgehammer. The floor turned transparent, and Kara could see a chunk of Red Kryptonite, vast and giant below her, larger than the failing viewing chamber she was in, glowing balefully.

“Oh crap!” Kara gasped. Red Kryptonite was perhaps the most chaotic variant of the material, able to cause totally unpredictable changes to Kryptonians, whether it be physical or mental. Much smarter people than her had failed to figure out exactly why it did what it did, but she believed them when she was told that the best defense against it was pure distance. But even then, with how huge this piece was… had she been getting hit by rays from it the whole time she’d been on the planet?

̶S̸T̸A̷Y̶ ̶A̷W̸A̸Y̵!̶

The psychic warning hit Kara again, making her stagger like her head had been filled with static. But it made her remember. She’d been in this chamber before. She hadn’t been shot down! She had caught wind of the signal this crystal was giving, but she’d interpreted it as an SOS, not as a danger signal. She’d landed, come down here, and then -

̷A̸C̷T̵I̷V̸A̷T̶I̵N̸G̸ ̵E̸M̵E̸R̵G̴E̷N̴C̵Y̶ ̶E̶V̷A̸C̴U̷A̸T̶I̷O̷N̷ ̵P̶R̸O̷T̶O̴C̷O̴L̶!̸

“Oh no!” Kara tried to jump away, but it was too late. She disappeared from the room with a jittery flash and, without any vital signs nearby, the malfunctioning crystal deactivated, still broadcasting its signal.

*****

Kara was not sure what she’d done to deserve the headache she had, or the stomachache, or why her suit felt like it was choking her.

“Guhhhhhh…” she sputtered, feeling pebbles and small rocks painfully stabbing into her back and scalp. Turning to the side didn’t help. “Ohhh… What did I do last night?” she groaned. Her hands reached out, feeling stones and rocks.

Her mind tried to process it. Had she gotten into a fistfight with Lex in one of his power suits again and gotten punched into a different time zone? But she didn’t feel the same kind of bone-deep soreness she got when really fighting. It was just her head that felt like she’d gotten filled up with cotton balls. Well, and her stomach was doing loop-de-loops.

But really, her suit felt awful . It was like it had shrunk multiple times and she’d squeezed into it because she had nothing else to wear. Her eyes fluttering open, the first thing she saw was her ass. “Wait… what?” Power Girl blinked a few more times, and her view started to focus more. No, it wasn’t her ass she was looking at, it was her own chest. Her tits were giant, each one over the size of a watermelon, and her cleavage was deep to match. With her breasts so huge, her cleavage hole was giant, and the rest of her suit was beginning to ride up into her crotch and asshole in new and exciting ways.

“What the hell? Have I always been this huge?” she asked, pushing herself to a seated position. She put a hand to her forehead for a moment and grimaced as she did so. “Yeowch! That’s not fun.” When she looked around, she was met with an unfamiliar environment. She was up high, she could tell from the pressure in her ears. Around her were dry, stony peaks, mountains of red and brown stone, with streaks of black waves frozen in the sides, carved by no hands but Nature’s own.

“I don’t think I’m in Metropolis…” Kara said, trying to remember what she’d been doing. But all she could remember was flying around in space, looking for something super important…

“The Kryptonian signal!” she said out loud. Power Girl whipped out her communicator, and lo and behold, she had a solid lock on the critical signal, coming from south of her. Looking in that direction, she could see that the mountains slowly stepped down, and just below the horizon she thought she could see green. But between her and the signal, she saw terrible mountain ravines, plateaus that hid deadly falls, and more.

She jumped, thinking she could just fly over it. She made it about 50 yards before she slammed back into the hard ground, bouncing like an unhappy and yelping soccer ball. When she finally stopped, Power Girl was upside-down, her back against a boulder and her legs folded over, mostly unharmed except for her pride.

“Right. Red light from the sun.” She let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Guess I’m walking most of this,” she said, unable to hide the resignation in her voice.

But walking had its own problems. She had to jump over small fissures, and that caused her breasts to flop around. Her nipples were already sensitive, but this kind of movement against the fabric of her suit just made electric shocks go through Kara’s body. Stopping after the second fissure, Kara reached into her suit and pulled on her nipple.

The sensation made her freeze, a strangled squeal erupting from her clenched teeth. She had to take a few minutes to calm down. “Oh, wow!” she gasped. “That was… that was intense!” She tried to figure out where the sensitivity had come from. She’d always liked guys and gals tugging and pulling on her nipples, but it hadn’t made her cum before that easily, had it? “Is there something in the air making me more sensitive?” she wondered out loud.

Her nipples already stiff enough to poke visibly into her suit, Kara tried to take it easy. But her breasts were not making it easy on her. She had to look down to know where her footing was going to be, but her cleavage got in the way over and over again. If she started going faster than a jog, the up and down motion would make her cum. She scrambled down three slopes of rocky scree, ending up panting and drooling at the bottom, before she decided no more.

With her vision slightly obscured, it didn’t take too much for a loose rock to send Power Girl stumbling, and when she was on thin ridges and sloping cliffs, she fell a number of times in the first few hours. Every time she was thankful for her Kryptonian resilience. But what really surprised her was after the fifth fall.

Kara had tripped over herself, and landed chest-first onto the ground. The pressure on her breasts was enough to make her cum again, and she let out a lusty moan. But after recovering, going to push herself up, she felt dampness on her suit at her breasts. She gingerly slid her fingers over her nipples, and was surprised to feel liquid on them. Bringing her fingers to her nose, it was the sweet smell of milk.

Immediately grabbing the sides of her cleavage window, Power Girl spread it open, and saw milk beading on her nipples, now a healthy, dark shade of pink. “What. The. Hell!” she said, reaching in and delicately wiping some off her areola. It was cloudy and thin, and staring at it she thought of all the times she’d sucked on Zatanna’s tits. She looked around surreptitiously, and then slipped the finger into her mouth.

The taste of her own breast milk was sweet and warm, and she let out an involuntary moan around her finger at the flavor. “Wow… that’s way better than I thought it would be…!” She wondered how many men would beg on their hands and knees to suckle at her nipples. Hell, how many women would do the same? The thought of hordes slurping at her nipples got her way wetter than she thought it would.

Kara let her suit snap back into position without thinking, and was immediately sent to her knees from the nipple orgasms it sent through her body. “Right…! Right…! Really gotta be more careful!” she told herself, standing on shaky legs.

A thought ran through her head. What if she just… took off her suit? She looked around at the windswept stone around her. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to see her nudity! But something inside her fought back against the idea. It felt like the easy way out. No, worse – it was like an admission of defeat.

Power Girl had grown used to the accusations that she was just a slut, from both allies and enemies alike. She knew what her charms were, and she wasn’t afraid of them. Plenty of other ladies did the same thing – Black Canary used her body as much as her wits, Big Barda appealed to a certain type of man who knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted to die, and Hawkgirl was almost as sexually aggressive as Power Girl was.

No, it wasn’t that she was worried about being a slut, it was that Kara was worried that one day she’d be unable to master her own desires. She’d read enough Japanese doujins of herself, succumbing to pleasure at the worst time, to know that others were aware of the possibility as well. If she could go through this ordeal of sensitivity, it would remind her that she was in charge of her body, not the other way around.

Despite her resolve, it wasn’t long before she was being thoroughly tested. Little pebbles became lodged in her cleavage window, stuck between her breasts or under her suit, and the movement of their sharp corners and rough faces against her smooth skin was just enough to make her pant, but not enough to actually orgasm. She could feel each and every individual stone. One was pressed against the very tip of her nipple, and Power Girl’s thoughts focused on it for hours, trying to tamp down her bodily responses.

Edging this way for hours and hours, constantly on the verge of orgasm from the poking at the stiff bumps on her areolae, Power Girl found herself in a daze. It was like she was being pinched over and over again, just subtly different enough each time to prevent her from getting used to it.

“Rough criminal hands wouldn’t be this sharp, would they? Maybe I should ask sometime…” Power Girl panted.

She paused for a moment, and thought about what she’d just said. She ran a hand down her face, grimacing. “OK, way too horny right now!” she admitted to herself with a grimace. “Fuck!”

Kara glanced around, and saw a boulder with a hollow big enough for her to sit in facing up the slope of the mountains. She stomped over to it, her expression one of a woman annoyed that she had to go through with this. Settling herself on the smooth stone, like she was sitting on a throne made for a giant that encompassed her completely, she leaned back and pulled at her cleavage window, stretching it open. Reaching down into her suit, she had to manhandle out her breasts one at a time, both being far too large to fit through the hole together.

Free from the confines of her suit, they flopped down somewhat, heavier than she’d ever remembered, her nipples leaking droplets of milk. “What in Krypton’s name is causing that? I’m not pregnant, am I?” She racked her brain, but found that she couldn’t remember any sexual activity in the recent past. Was this some strange reaction Kryptonians had from being too horny?

Kara chuckled. “That sounds like something Zatanna would say.”

Still smiling, Power Girl ran her gloved hands over her breasts slowly, her lips parting gently as she shivered. They had to be larger than normal, she knew that, but she had no idea what was causing it. A part of her accused her of just being naturally slutty – she had a cleavage window for a reason – but it didn’t sound right in her head. Some chemical in the air? Could there be some chemical compound in the air, a pheromone from some native species that, on slamming directly into her own Kryptonian biology, produced this reaction? She had no idea, but Bats could probably figure it out pretty quickly if he were here.

Power Girl closed her eyes, thinking about the Dark Knight. Bruce had been a very attentive lover, and somehow he’d known exactly what made Kara wet. Probably because he had enough surveillance to know what every member of the Justice League was thinking, let alone doing, but she didn’t mind it, because it meant he was able to make her squirt so hard she had trouble seeing straight for a minute afterwards. The memory of that week they’d spent together made Kara’s heart beat faster and her legs open.

Kara’s hands kept circling around her nipples, so sensitive that even pressing against her areolae made her quiver. They were gigantic, each nipple the size of her thumb in length and width. “Fuck, I gotta be careful with this things,” she mumbled. They felt like dangerous triggers linked to a bomb in her womb.

One hand continuing to circle her nipples, going from left breast to right and back, the other hand went to her crotch, and with barely any work needed she buried two fingers into her wet hole. She thought about the time she and Zatanna had 69’d each other for a whole night, faces buried in the other heroine’s crotch, licking and kissing and gently biting without cease. Power Girl had won the endurance contest, because she’s a Kryptonian, and had made Zatanna cum two dozen times in an hour, while the magician had begged and squirmed and mewled, utterly defenseless.

It had been cute seeing Z’s weakness, but the magician had gotten her revenge a few weeks later, hypnotizing Power Girl to do a strip tease for her and a whole room of similarly lusty lesbian ladies.

Kara pressed down on her clit with her thumb while she fingered herself. Weirdly enough, the sensations she was getting from her crotch weren’t as strong as those from her breasts. Her tits had always been sensitive, sure, but this seemed excessive. Once she found the super-important Kryptonian signal, she could leave the planet and head straight back to Earth, where all the super-geniuses could take a look at her and make sure she was in tip-top condition.

Power Girl drifted along, trying to push herself as gently over the edge of orgasm as she could, without just grabbing and pulling at her nipple like a desperate savage. But it was harder than she’d imagined, and even though she leaked out juices from her hole and milk from her nipples, she couldn’t quite get the waves of desire to overwhelm her.

“Hrnngh! C’mon!” she growled, rubbing furiously at her clit, her jaw clenched and grinding back and forth. The vigorous movement of her hand made droplets of arousal and sweat spatter on the stone around and below Power Girl. “C’mon, let me cum already!” In the dry air of the mountain, the droplets quickly evaporated, letting the scent carry on the wind. Kara did not think about this.

Kara finally heard it in the distance, a noise that cut through the blowing wind. It was a steady, heavy buzzing, and it was growing louder every second. “What the hell is that?” she muttered, annoyed at having to pull her suit back over her crotch. She thought about just running out with her tits out, but with how sensitive they were, she took the time to slowly and gingerly return each one into her suit. She then pushed herself off the stone, and looked to her right, where the sound was coming from.

“Oh, crap!” she exclaimed. She saw a swarm of aliens, hundreds if not thousands of them, a cloud of black forms that only resolved themselves into individuals when they were too close for her to run away from. Most of them were what looked like flies, about two hands long, with black and green chitin and 3 sets of beating wings.

Power Girl took a fighting stance, and she was lucky in that most of them didn’t notice her. But there were so many flying past, that even the small number that did catch the scent of her milk was enough to feel like a mob a minute. Power Girl started swinging, and she felt their thoraces shatter against the strength of her whirling limbs, green blood staining the ground around her, splattering on her long legs.

This had the opposite effect she intended, though. Instead of driving off the insects, it attracted more and more to her. They landed on her body, her head, her legs, and she could feel the little claws on the ends of their feet poking at her skin. “Oh this sucks! This sucks real bad!” she shouted over the roaring buzzing of the swarm.

Grabbing one from her leg, she got a good look at its face – something crossed between a wasp and an ant stared back at her, with long, thin pincers around a meaty, squirming proboscis. “Oh, gross!” she let out, squishing it and dropping to the pile of fly pieces surrounding her. Then she started feeling the bites.

“H-eeeeek!” Kara squealed, in a very unusual voice. The flies couldn’t hurt her, but the sensation of their finger-thick proboscises probing at her skin while their pincers pinched her was weirdly erotic, like she was being sexually assaulted by some senior editor at Kent’s newspaper. Or rather, a hundred of them, all at once. She tried to keep them away from her chest, but she couldn’t see all of them, and a few hid on the underside of her breasts.

When one of them bit at Kara’s nipple, the Kryptonian lost all fight in her body, as she came so hard that she fell backward, the flies she squished providing a little cushion for her. “Haaaggghhhh!” came the throaty cry from the heroine, her crotch thrust into the air, squirting violently. “Ghhaaaahhh!” Kara tried to move, but she couldn’t connect the thoughts in her head with the movement of her body, the orgasm was just too strong. She squirted twice, three times, four, her crotch dripping with the captured liquid.

When she came down, she tried to crawl away, but it was too late. The smell of her fresh juices and the blood from the other flies had driven the swarm into a frenzy, and more and more descended on Power Girl, pinching and biting. They attacked her breasts because they were huge, and each bite made her head spin.

“Oh… oh nhhhoooooo!” she drawled, drooling. She reached out, only to have her arm covered in flies in a moment. She had dozens crawling over her, pinching and biting and running their proboscises over her body, leaving trails of slime on her. Thin on their own, but there were hundreds of flies, and it didn’t take long for Kara to feel the slime layer on her skin bit by bit.

More and more of them attacked her nipples through her suit, and each bite made Kara quiver, her limbs kicking out as uselessly as her wordless cries. The flies tried to go into her cleavage, but they weren’t strong enough to dive between her squished tits. Her legs opened on their own to let them dive at her crotch, and the aliens slurped at the sopping wet suit over her crotch with an intensity that scared her. Her hand pulled aside the crotch of her suit, and the aliens slurped at her pussy directly. It was amazing, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. But in the back of her mind, she knew that it could be more. It could be better.

She knew it was an awful decision, but her hands moved on their own. Her whole body wanted more, no matter what her consciousness thought. She grabbed at her cleavage window, and with a jerky motion of her arms, ripped her suit open, letting her tits spill out into the open air, letting the swarm attack them directly. In an instant, flies mobbed at her thumb-sized nipples, sucking, biting, poking, slurping up her sweet milk and her salty sweat alike.

“Haggghhaaa!” Kara’s throat couldn’t form full words. She came and came and came again. Through the haze, she could feel new sensations on her skin. Opening her eyes, she saw what they were. Coming out of the bottom of the flies’ thoraces, fleshy cocks, featureless smooth tubes half as long as the flies themselves, colored a dark salmon pink, had begun to emerge and they were leaking a thin slime all over Kara’s body as they were thrust against her skin.

The alien cocks wriggled and wormed against her skin, independent of any thrusting the flies did. The flies went everywhere with them, exploring her body for any orifice that could conceivably be meant for reproduction. A fly slipped his warm organ up Kara’s nostril, and the moment it felt something warm and wet, the alien ejaculated, firing off a greater amount of slick jizz than Kara could have imagined was in the insect. The slime filled up Kara’s sinuses, leaving her coughing and trying to blow her nose. But the fly that had cum in her was gone, back up into the swarm, and more came in to replace it at her face. Both nostrils were filled, then more cocks hit her open lips and started cumming into her mouth.

The taste was bitter at first, like acrid gasoline, but then mellowed out. Kara tried spitting the cum out at first, but ever time she opened her mouth there were a dozen cocks seeking out her tongue, her gums, even the back of her throat. The cloudy jizz ran down her throat, until her throat began swallowing the warm rain, filling her stomach with the stuff. Flies found her ears, and Kara had the disorientating experience of having jizz splash into her eardrum, throwing her totally off-balance even as she orgasmed yet again.

Kara could have fought them off, even at this juncture. But her body wanted the assault these alien creatures were giving her. Even as the alien flies thrust their dicks into every hole they could conceivably fit in – her nostrils, her mouth, her ears, all of them the aliens thrust their fleshy organs into – Kara could have done any number of things to defend herself. She could have used her laser eyes, or let out a scream so loud that the bugs’ organs melted inside their chitin, or just used as much energy as she could to run and run and run until she fell over, exhausted.

But Kara didn’t want to do any of that. She wanted to see just how far these aliens would go in fucking her. One alien dick slipped into her open snatch, and she barely felt it scrape along her tunnel before cumming, ejaculating a slick slime. But then fifteen went in right after, their combined organs pushing her open just enough for them to trigger their ejaculation, and she came.

In the back of her mind, she wondered if the aliens just saw her as like a stiff onahole that they had to fight in order to fuck themselves into her. The worst part was she kind of liked the idea of being their masturbation toy.

The fly cocks ran over her nipples too, and if Kara had thought that the size and lactation were the only changes she had undergone, the aliens were about to disabuse her of that notion. One cock felt some kind of dimple at the very tip of Kara’s nipple, and it squirmed and whirled against it. Kara arched her back, kicking her legs out and inadvertently crushing another half-dozen bugs under her flopping breasts. But the explorer held on, and to Kara’s delight and horror, both in equal measure, the cock speared into her nipple, going deep into her breast itself.

“My nhhippllessss!” she squealed, kicking wildly, clutching her head with both hands as she tried to hold on to her consciousness.

The fly spurted his load into Power Girl’s breast, and flew off, and the scent of his victory pulled more and more to her tits. Individually, none of the flies really fucked her holes – they went in, came, and went out. But in the aggregate, Kara felt like she was being violated by all the thousands of buzzing suitors around her at once, as when one left, another entered, creating the illusion of rhythm. Uncoordinated, driven by swarm instinct, they occupied her holes and filled the Kryptonian with their seed until she was covered in it from tip to toe.

Kara drifted thoughtlessly on the stormy seas of her orgasms. She could only catch glimpses of sensations, the totality of it just too overwhelming for her. She felt slime leaking through her inner ear. She squirted fly jizz from her bladder when her muscles contracted. Each breath she took was drenched in fly cum. Never before in her life had she felt so overwhelmed.

If it hadn’t been for luck, Kara might have laid among that swarm for days, with how many there were who only had the chemical signals from their hive-mates that there was something worth mating with below. But all ecosystems must be in some kind of balance, and where there is food, there are predators. The approach was noticed just a moment too late for some of the flies, and they were caught by a long, sticky tongue that shot out like a whip into the swarm, before being dragged back into a fleshy, tubular mouth.

The new alien was the size of a large dog, resembling an insect and chameleon cross, with six legs covered in thin, sharp hairs, brown exoskeleton, and eight large eyes arranged in two parallel lines that went from the front of its long skull to the top. Its mouth was a yellowish, fleshy tube, a tall oval that had multiple teeth lining the circumference. From inside the hole the long, black tongue could fly out faster than a whip crack.

It bounded around the swarm, its tongue flashing out and grabbing many flies before they could surge away from it. With it came several others of the same species, all running and jumping to flick their tongues as high as they could. The arrival of the aliens sent the swarm fleeing, except for one or two flies who now found themselves stuck in Kara’s holes, her muscles too strong for them to pull out from.

Kara barely noticed the difference lying in the frothy puddle around her, a mixture of alien blood and cum, her own juices, and more. Her mouth, filled with so much cloudy gray fly jizz her tongue was flooded under it, weakly moved to close and swallow it, but it only made more spill out over her lips and down her cheeks. The only noise she could make was forming bubbles in the murky cum on her lips.

Most of the nine predators continued to chase down the swarm, but a few took advantage of the carnage Kara had half-intentionally created. One hunter’s tongue came out and lazily picked up the shattered chitin, gooey with alien blood, that surrounded Kara, as the Kryptonian slowly came back to reality.

“Kkggaaahhff! Khhllaaggkkhh!” she choked, rolling over on her side, her now even-heavier breasts smashing two flies stuck in her nipple into the ground. She coughed up some cum she couldn’t swallow, and panted heavily, her breath making waves in the pool.

A groan emerged from her diaphragm, her reaction to everything that had just happened condensed into a single, near-animal lowing: “Fffuuuuccckkkk.” Still laying in the pool, her eyes slowly wandered around her field of vision, trying to remember what the mountains looked like when she wasn’t utterly surrounded by thousands of swarming bugs. She caught sight of a predator circling her, its tongue testing at the pool.

There was no thought involved in her movements. Slowly, awkwardly, Kara rolled over onto her tits, pausing for her orgasm to subside before raising her hips up. She reached behind and spread her pussy lips towards the alien. “C’mon…” she panted, “I bet you wanna fuck me too, don’tcha?” The words fell out of her throat. She didn’t even think about them before they came out of her, like it was a purely physical reaction. She only saw the aliens, and figured they’d want to use her like an onahole as well.

Power Girl stayed there for a few moments, shaking her ass up and down, trying to get the aliens to fuck her. “Hhmmmnngghh!” she let out a frustrated growl. “Fuck me! Fuuuuck meeee!” she begged.

It wasn’t the sounds she made, but the smell of her pheromones drooling out of her that got their attention. The larger aliens crept forward, until one strode forward and attacked her abused pussy lips with its fleshy mouth. “Haahhh, yess! Eat me out!” Power Girl mewled.

The mouth was not only how these aliens ate, but also reproduced. A different organ emerged from the alien’s mouth, a blue oval covered in smaller gray and blue buboes, and slipped into Kara’s tunnel. “Haahhaah! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” the heroine chanted.

The bumpy organ squeezed into Kara’s well-lubricated hole, the bumps massaging Kara’s muscles from the inside. Power Girl’s legs quivered, she bit her lip, and her fingers slowly dug rows in the stone below her.

As the buboes scraped within Kara’s tunnel, her muscles squeezed down on the invader, and the fleshy bumps squished down under the pressure. As they were squeezed, they leaked a thick, viscous blue goo that clung tightly to Kara’s tunnel. It was cool at first, but soon it felt hot, and Kara felt her eyes roll back as she came yet again. “Nnhhhhooooooo!”

The alien predator, feeling its load entirely disgorged inside of the Kryptonian, had to fight to yank itself out of Kara’s pussy. Even in this semi-weakened state she found herself in, Kara’s dark pink pussy lips gripped harder than a strongman’s hand around the organ, and that was without her squeezing as hard as she could. But eventually her own orgasms defeated her, and the alien was able to pull itself out of her.

Luckily for Kara, the others were intrigued, and after some intra-species competition, with individuals headbutting and wrestling with each other to assert their priority, a semi-orderly queue was settled on as more aliens left their genetic loads inside Kara’s body. Kara, even if she wasn’t drained from the swarm’s attack on her, was too engrossed in the sexual excitement of it all.

Never before had she been so helpless before creatures that should have been so weak as to be nothing. And it hadn’t been wholly voluntary – she’d felt her body move on its own to let them attack her nipples. Thinking of them, she pulled her tits to each side, tugging on her nipples and trying to milk her tits for the aliens. She wanted those tongues to lash at her leaking nipples, to glue onto them and yank them painfully and orgasmically. “C’mon, c’mon, don’t you want my milk too?” she cooed, but the predators weren’t as interested in her tits as the flies had been.

After what must have been another two hours, in addition to however long the flies had had free reign on Kara, the alien hounds had filled Kara’s hole with enough of their blue seed that little more could fit in. The goo turned into a sticky, squishy gelatin inside Kara’s body, and when she touched at her hole, she could slap at the goop like it was Jell-O. The aliens ran off, leaving Kara behind in the quickly-drying muck.

“Well, never had sex like that before, I guess…!” she groaned. She thought she should have been ashamed of her reaction to being violated like she had been, but she really couldn’t find it in herself. “Maybe I’ve just been an alien slut this whole time…” she wondered. Or maybe she’d always had a fetish for bugs, and this was just the key to unlocking her deepest secretive kinks. She shivered at the idea of that being true.

Again she was glad of her Kryptonian biology – who knew what damage those fly bites or those hunters’ cocks would have done to a normal woman? But her? She could indulge in the riskiest sex this side of the Milky Way, and she was almost excited to get back to Earth so she could bring some friends back here. But first she remembered the crucial, absolutely critical signal that she had to find.

“That’s right!” Kara’s head shot up, and she checked her scanner. She was still on track towards the signal. She let out a sigh of relief, and slowly got to her feet. She almost fell over, fly jizz in her head making her feel slightly off-balance and causing her to have to catch herself on a boulder. She tried to dig it out with a finger, then she tried turning her head horizontally and shaking it up and down. Some more droplets splashed on the damp stone below her, but she still felt weird. “Ugh, guess I’ll just deal with it,” she muttered.

Kara started back on her path down the mountain, her tits flopping around heavily outside of her torn suit. She ran a hand over her face. “What the hell did I do that for?!” she grumbled. “It’s gonna take like a day for it to fix itself up!” But at the very least, her nipples seemed to be a little less sensitive than before the orgy. Maybe she just needed to be acclimatized to their sensitivity by going overboard, so that normal interactions didn’t send her into paroxysms of squirting? An interesting hypothesis, training through over-stimulation. Maybe she could bring it up with some of the other heroes back on Earth as a new and exciting way of preparing for anything?

A few hours later, Kara felt the dryness of the air in her throat. She thought she could ignore it, seeing the green in the distance getting closer and closer by the hour, but eventually it dominated her thoughts. She coughed a few times, thin, breathy coughs that didn’t really do much except make her more aware of how thirsty she was. She looked around, wondering where the hell she’d find water, when she heard the pattering of her milk on the stone below her. Now beads of milk formed on her tits without any stimulation, and Kara wondered how long she’d been leaving that trail behind her.

Sitting on a boulder so she could keep an eye for any approaching bug swarms (though whether it was to evade them or welcome them was an uncomfortable question that she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to), Kara hefted one of her breasts in her hands. It easily required both of her hands, the massive mammary spilling out over her fingers. Each tit had to be twice the size of her head, if her visual guess was correct.

Aiming her nipple up, Kara brought it up to her mouth. As it got closer, she could see the milk forming on her skin, but it looked different from the milk she’d seen when she’d first woken up. It had the same cloudy quality as the fly jizz, and that’s when Kara made the connection and pulled an apprehensive expression. There was lots of fly jizz waiting in her tits still, and if she wanted to drink her own milk, she was going to have to slurp down the fly cum as well. Shrugging, she stuck her tongue out and gently lapped at her dark areolae.

The sweetness of her milk was cut by the strange alien taste of the fly cum, but it was still liquid, and that was really all she cared about at that moment. She swirled her tongue along the big nipple, larger than her thumb. “This is bigger than it was before, I’m pretty sure,” Kara thought as she suckled. She was becoming more and more suspicious that there was something in the air. She’d have to leave as soon as she found the signal.

But did she really have to leave? She looked around the mountainside, listening for that ominous buzzing noise, almost hoping that dark shifting cloud would appear again. What if those flies could get her pregnant? What kind of larvae would grow in her womb, fat and wriggling, emerging from her hole in huge floods? Kara shivered at the thought, but she told herself it was just her teeth scraping along her nipple.

Slaking her thirst, and knowing she wouldn’t have to stop for drinking, Kara hurried downhill. As the sun dropped down towards the horizon and she got closer and closer, she saw the forest in front of her resolve into the many-tiered canopy. She could see absolutely gargantuan trees in the distance, and she was kind of impressed at how huge they were. But she also saw a large green hill, and her scanner pointed her in that direction.

Moving from stone to grass made Kara sigh in relief. Seeing a door that was clearly Kryptonian lifted her spirits greatly. Seeing the pond next to it was even more pleasing. Under the strange stars in the sky, Kara washed herself thoroughly in the clear waters. She grabbed the mass of jelly that was plugging her pussy, and with a groan she pulled it out of her, leaving her hole panting and drooling. Kara examined the blue plug for a moment. It was so strange to see, a casting of her tunnel made of alien cum. She almost wanted to keep it with her to show to the girls back on Earth, but decided against it, and she flung the thing away.

Refreshed, her suit mending itself enough that she could at least attempt to keep her tits inside, Kara went to the front door. She tried to squeeze in through the opening, but her chest was just too big to get in, and she had to use a leg to push the door open enough for her to shimmy inside.

The interior looked familiar to Power Girl. She looked at the crystal monitors, the tablets left on tables surrounded by tiny plants growing out of windswept dirt, and wondered what activity was going on here. Had this been some kind of colony headquarters? A research station? Or just a getaway for a Kryptonian who wanted to be alone for a while? Kara felt reminded of Superman’s Palace of Solitude. She wanted to look around more, but a sense of urgency drew her to hurry. Power Girl didn’t know why she needed to hurry, but she found herself jogging where she could.

She came across a collapsed hallway, and although there was room she could get under and crawl, with the size her tits were she had to scrape her nipples across the floor, making her cum. She had to stop a few times to slap a hand over her mouth so that her obscene noises wouldn’t echo through the darkness and embarrass her.

Finally, she got through the tunnel, feeling warmth throughout her body that she figured was post-orgasmic glow. But as she descended an elevator shaft, she felt warmer and warmer, even though the temperature seemed to be the same as always.

Coming out of the shaft, Power Girl looked across a wide room, with a crystal in the center, still faintly glowing with internal energy. Realizing this had to be the source of the signal, Kara ran to it, panting, her breasts flopping around, barely constrained by her suit. The crystal was cracked, and when she got close enough, it started sparking at the cracks.

Kara was about to touch it when a garbled message began to play in her mind.

R̸E̷D̶ ̶K̴R̵Y̷P̶T̵O̷N̸I̷T̸E̵!̵

The warning hit Kara’s head like a bomb going off. The floor shifted, as if to prove that the warning wasn’t fake, and Kara could see a behemoth of the stuff, vast and giant below her, larger than the failing viewing chamber she was in, glowing balefully.

“Oh crap!” Kara gasped. With how huge this piece was… had she been getting hit by rays from it the whole time she’d been on the planet? No, it was something worse, wasn’t it – the Red Kryptonite must have been leeching into the rest of the planet for who knew how long. For the aliens it wouldn’t have done anything, but when ten thousand flies had ejaculated their impregnated loads directly into Kara’s body, it was bound to cause unpredictable changes! “Oh, this is bad! I gotta do something about this!”

̶S̸T̸A̷Y̶ ̶A̷W̸A̸Y̵!̶

The psychic warning hit Kara again, making her stagger like her head had been filled with static. But it made her remember. She’d been in this chamber before.

Kara’s head shot up. She’d landed, and this damn machine had fucked up. Instead of warning her away from it, its malfunctioning mental interface had left Kara with the impression she needed to get closer, not get away, and because of that, she’d gotten fucked by THREE ALIEN SPECIES –

̷A̸C̷T̵I̷V̸A̷T̶I̵N̸G̸ ̵E̸M̵E̸R̵G̴E̷N̴C̵Y̶ ̶E̶V̷A̸C̴U̷A̸T̶I̷O̷N̷ ̵P̶R̸O̷T̶O̴C̷O̴L̶!̸

“Wait! Crap! Not again!” Kara tried to jump away, but it was too late. A series of flashes exploded around her, and with a pop Kara was gone from the room. With no vital signs detected, the room shut down once more.

*****

Hangovers were a rare sensation for Kara. But this didn’t feel like a hangover. There was no sledgehammer in her temples with every heartbeat, no spinning of the room around her. She felt like her head was mushy.

Now, she’d been called dumb before, and even she would admit that she was often in the presence of people of much, much greater intelligence than her. But this was like someone had tried to squeeze her brain into as small a space as possible and then stopped, and as it expanded back to its normal size, some things had gotten jumbled and mixed up or lost altogether.

Kara took a deep breath. “My name is Kara Zor-El. I’m a Kryptonian, but I live on Earth. I fight crime.” Each statement she made sounded right, and it helped her find her footing. She kept her eyes shut, just running down some basic questions and their answers. Her suit felt incredibly awkward, but she would deal with that later, after she was sure that she hadn’t done something to fuck her brain up.

Running down another list of questions, and noting the ones she couldn’t answer, Kara’s hand went toward her head to rub her face. But her hand didn’t reach her face. Her hand hit something on her chest on the way up.

“What the…?” Power Girl muttered, opening her eyes. She was in a cave, somewhere, and only her Kryptonian vision allowed her to see anything at all. She looked down at her own body, and her eyes widened in surprise. “OK, I don’t remember having… these… on my chest…” she mumbled. Her tits were gargantuan, each one at least five times the volume of her head. She reached forward, only to find that her fingertips barely brushed each other when she tried to encompass her bust.

“What the hell have I been doing in bed?” she asked herself. “I do not remember having tits this ginormous!” She felt at her nipples, which were leaking enough milk to drench her suit. “I’ve heard of tits growing when they get massaged, but this is ridiculous. Unless I’ve let every crook on Earth milk me like a cow?” The thought appealed to Kara way more than she wanted to admit.

Pulling at her leaking nipples, Kara smelled the sweet milk on her hands, and tasted it, the purr coming from her mouth shocking her. “Where in God’s name did that come from?” she asked herself. Shaking her head, she tried to remember where she was, when it came back to her – the signal! Pulling out her scanner, Kara was relieved that she seemed to be very close to the signal, but it was a little below her. She idly wondered how she’d ended up in a cave system when her last memory was descending through the clouds of this planet, but she chalked it up to being shot out of the sky by some energy beam. Not like weirder things hadn’t happened to her before, especially out in space.

Shuffling to her feet, Kara could use her x-ray vision, to a point. She could see through a thin cave wall, but more than that she just couldn’t make out anything. Pounding her fist against the stone, it resounded heavily, but she felt weaker than usual, meaning just flying straight through the stuff probably wasn’t in the cards. Resigning herself to mostly trying to navigate by listening for minute air currents or changes in pressure that could tell her how to change elevation, she started exploring slowly.

Stumbling in the dark, trying not to trip over with the unfamiliar weight on her chest, Power Girl found her thoughts wandering. She felt up her huge nipple, so fat she could jerk it like it was a dick, and she wondered what it would be like to fuck another woman with a nipple like that. She could just pick up some cutie, and then fuck her on her own chest until they both squirted. The image was way too hot for her to just ignore it.

Only somewhat reluctantly, Power Girl started fingering her drooling pussy as she walked along, figuring that no one would actually see her like this, and that there was no reason to be embarrassed. She shoved her digits in to her second knuckles quickly and without remorse, the wet schlicking louder than her footsteps.

Distracted as she was, she didn’t notice that she was being tracked. Following her was a long alien lizard, like an eight-legged gecko with the head of a komodo dragon, over twenty feet long and a torso 4 feet wide. It moved as silent as a shadow, crawling on the ceiling and moving towards its prey.

“Fuck, why aren’t my fingers doing anything?” Kara complained. “Look, I know I’m a slut, but fingering myself used to be pretty good not that long ago, as far as I can remember!” She growled, pinching at her clitoris roughly, unable to actually see herself masturbating as her heavy tits were in the way. Looking down, her cleavage was deep enough that she wondered how big a cock she could hide in there now. The thought of giving every male hero in the Justice League paizuri with these tits made her giggle. She’d almost crush some of them just from how heavy her udders were, let alone sloshing and slapping them together around their dicks!

“Oh no, don’t Kara! Ohhh!” Kara imitated Flash’s voice as best she could, cackling in the dark. “You’re too mu-CHAAAAH!”

Kara screamed as the lizard pounced on her, knocking her to the ground of the tunnel they were in. Her head snapped back against the stone, producing a loud crack, but only dazing her a little instead of knocking her unconscious. “Ah, what the hell are you!” she yelled, punching at the thing’s head. But while she was strong enough to survive being crushed under its weight, she could only knock its head back a bit.

The alien bit back at Kara, its teeth latching onto her forearm quickly followed by its jaw snapping shut around them like a bear trap, and she felt the strength in its jaws – enough to kill a human easily. But it seemed surprised by the resilience of Kara’s body, and tried biting more. Kara felt her suit start to tear, but she was left with only some pockmarks on her skin. Claws on the lizard’s feet raked across Kara’s tits and belly, obviously expecting to spill out her entrails, but all they did was release her fat tits from their confinement, and cause Kara to let out a very embarrassing moan.

“What the hell, Kara!” she yelled at herself. “This thing is trying to eat you, and you’re getting off on it!” She tried to push the heavy monster off by thrusting her hips up, but all that did was rub her wet pussy on its underside several times. The sensation of the alien’s scales against her clitoris was embarrassingly erotic, however, and after a few times Kara found herself humping the alien from below just to scratch at her clit harder. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” she moaned, “just stay right there, you fucker, and let me cum, and then I’ll deal with you afterward…” Kara concentrated on rubbing her clit on the rough scales up and down.

The alien wasn’t sure what to do. With Kara’s arm still in its mouth, it tried biting harder, but it did nothing. Not being able to bite through something was pretty rare for this creature, and instinct didn’t tell it what to do. However, when the smell of Kara’s arousal touched its long forked tongue, a different kind of instinct took over. From its underside emerged a massive phallus, somewhat shaped like a smooth diamond, with two dozen fleshy ridges along the length pointing back. The tip converged into a point with a large hole that leaked slimy precum.

Focusing on her own masturbation, Kara did not notice the alien’s response until she felt the strange tip press at her panting hole. “What the-HIIIHHH!” Kara squealed as the alien’s muscles shot the organ forward into her like a gunshot, the entire length battering into her, the tip awkwardly stabbing into the back of her tunnel. She came so hard that she whited out for a few seconds.

Coming back to reality, sputtering, Kara didn’t have to guess what was inside her. “Ohhh, fuck meeee, this sucks!” she groaned. The cock didn’t move inside her, which she was glad for. Maybe this was the kind of animal that just speared itself into its mate, disgorged some gene-bearing goo, and then fucked off? But the cock started pulling back, and its shape meant that it tugged and pulled on every sore muscle inside of Kara’s snatch, leaving the Kryptonian a shuddering mess. Slowly yet surely the alien cock pulled out inch by inch, until it was almost outside of her.

“Yeah… yeah… I don’t think we’re compatible, pal…” Kara mumbled. “Nice try though… I think you made me cum, like, once…” she lied even more easily than she could breathe at the moment.

But before the cock came out completely, the alien’s muscles shot it forward again, spearing it deep enough into Kara that she felt the tip bulge under her belly as if to pin her against the monster’s underside from inside her. Kara couldn’t speak, only let out breathy syllables that were barely intelligible.

The alien’s tongue flew out and wrapped around one of Power Girl’s giant nipples, and started tugging. Kara went from being mostly incoherent to totally. Each time the alien’s cock retracted and fired back into her, she babbled wordlessly, tears and spit staining her face. Her cervix was battered and bruised each and every time the weapon hit her, so powerful that it would have killed other women, but left Kara in a state of orgasmic bliss.

Kara lost count of how many times she came. All she knew was that she was in paradise, and the roughness she was getting from this alien was something she never knew she’d wanted before. Had she ever had sex with a creature that physically tried to rearrange her internal organs? She couldn’t remember it, but the fact that she was cumming her brains out seemed to suggest to the little part of her that was still capable of coherent thought that maybe she was a bigger slut on the inside than she’d ever imagined.

Could she bring this alien back to Earth? Pretend it was her pet or something? She couldn’t just fly back through space with it under her arm, could she?

Thinking of how she might bring her new favorite animal back to Earth, Kara was brought back to the situation at hand as the tip hit her cervix perfectly to spear it open a bit. Kara let out an inhuman howl of lust at the sensation. The alien, sensing it was as deep as it could go, started cumming. It fired off hot cum into Kara’s womb, so hot that she felt like she was burning from the inside.

Kara was utterly incapable of fighting back physically at that point, and even mentally she was close to surrender. The feeling of the ridges trying to prolapse her vagina was so exquisite, so unreal, that she didn’t want to leave it behind. Was it even possible to feel things like this back on Earth?

Her thoughts disjointed, confused, scattered amid drooling moans and exhausting orgasms, Kara couldn’t take advantage of the alien finally pulling itself out of her. With her arm still limp in its mouth, Kara found herself being pulled along the stone floor by the alien. It got far enough to pull her over onto her belly, and the pressure of the weight of her tits against the stone was enough for them to milk themselves, leaving two wide trails of milk soaking into the rock behind her.

Kara giggled weakly. The alien was taking her to its lair, wasn’t it? She was going to have lizard babies, wasn’t she? She felt her pussy quiver at the thought of their alien forms exiting her womb, their sharp teeth biting at her nipples as they nursed. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea for a vacation? Earth would be fine for a year or two while Power Girl spent her time being used as a lizard broodmother, wouldn’t it?

But the lizard was not the only creature in those depths. As the pair passed a well-disguised tunnel leading down, the lizard sensed a competitor in the far distance. Dropping Kara’s arm, it let out a series of low shouts, reverberating through the rock. But the alien was deceived, and from the tunnel mouth several tentacles wrapped around Kara’s legs while her would-be mate was distracted. By the time it looked back to where Kara had been, she was gone.

Kara felt herself pulled down and down, through tight stone tubes that her breasts barely fit in. They squeezed up and around Kara’s face, almost suffocating her as she came from the feeling of her nipples being dragged against the smooth stone. Going down, she felt warmth suffuse her body, even though it didn’t feel warmer around her. She weakly tried stopping the descent, digging her fingers into the stone, but while she could slow herself down, the tentacles were wrapped tight around her legs and waist, and they had more fight in them than she had in her at that moment.

Eventually the stone began to change into something soft and fleshy, and the air grew hot and humid around her. She felt her feet enter a tight seal of flesh, and she groaned as she was pulled into it, tight muscles holding her within. “Nhhooo…” she moaned, as she was swallowed whole.

Inside the thing, Kara could barely breathe, entirely surrounded by slimy flesh. The thought that it was trying to eat her came into her mind, and she started struggling, unwilling to give up and die. She squirmed and wormed her way through the uneven flesh. After a few minutes, she started to really worry that she would have to start biting and burning her way out, but then her hand emerged into some freedom. Pushing towards the opening, Kara pushed her head and breasts out into a small organic chamber.

Gasping for air, coughing, shivering, Kara tried to pull herself further out, but found the walls around her limbs had constricted even tighter. “Son of a…” she growled. “OK, dumbass, you wanna die?” Her eyes started glowing red as energy gathered within them for her attack.

Before she could fire off the energy beams though, tentacles shot out of the walls around Kara. Thin, needle-like tips pierced her breasts from a dozen angles, and Kara’s body was wracked by a terrible orgasm. She arched backwards, letting out a pained cry in the small chamber, her eyes losing their glow as she lost focus. Kara could feel the needles inject some liquid into her breasts, and even in her addled state she knew it couldn’t be good, even if it made her feel great. “Gaaahhh!”

With the needles emptied of their evil concoctions, they pulled out of Kara’s breasts, now burning from the inside. Kara panted, her head lolling from side to side. She saw more tentacles come out of the walls, and they attached to her nipples. “No! What!” she yelled. She tried shaking her breasts from side to side to detach them, but they clung stubbornly to her giant nipples. Kara watched them slip inside, and begin to grow inside of her. “Hngghhiii!” she squealed, the feeling of her nipple hole being gaped making her squirt more and more.

“What does this alien want with me?” the question rolled through Kara’s addled brain. Sure, the alien lizard had tried to mate with her, but their chemical and genetic makeup were so different that there was no way that the lizard’s genetic material could successfully fuse with her egg, let alone produce viable offspring. That was obvious enough, no matter how attractive the fantasy of bestial reproduction was appealing to Kara at that moment. But with the attention to her breasts – was it her milk this monstrosity was after? She hadn’t thought about it before, but Kryptonian milk had to be a valuable means of sustenance for any creature, wouldn’t it?

Kara’s thoughts seemed to be on the right track, as the tentacles in her nipples, with now-enlarged beads in them, began to pull out. Kara stared helplessly as the beads, marble-sized emerged from her nipple one by one, until the last came out with a wet pop. “Nngguuuhhh…!” Kara grit her teeth. It was going to be hard to keep herself focused if this thing kept focusing on her breasts.

More milk leaked out of her nipples, like little waterfalls combined with the rainfall of droplets from her dark-brown areolae. Shivering, sweat beading on her skin, Kara watched as two tentacles came up, their ends expanding into huge cups and slamming onto her breasts to form a tight seal around each one. Kara let out more lusty moans as the tentacles began to squeeze her breasts from the base. She felt her milk begin to spill out in heavy streams.

“I can…! I can endure this…!” Kara grunted. Her arms flexed inside the flesh, but she couldn’t find the strength to bust out. She was surprised by just how much milk was coming out of her breasts, and what surprised her was just how the stream was so steady for so long. She thought she’d run out eventually, but she tried counting, and reached around 500 without any slacking in the flow. Had this been what the creature had injected her wanted? That she would just be a milk cow? Was it just feeding itself?

Groaning, Kara let it go for some time. She needed to rest still after being fucked so hard by the lizard, and the constant rhythm of pumping going through her chest was enough to almost lull her to sleep. Kara even started dozing, her orgasms still going through her body, but only halfway bringing her back to consciousness.

But the reprieve did not last long. The chamber shifted, exposing Kara’s crotch, and a fat tentacle shoved itself into her hole. That woke her up, and she let out an angry, surprised cry. “What the hell! I thought you were fine with just my tits, asshole!” But her angry outburst was undercut when a thin squeal came out of her throat, unable to be stopped.

The tentacle reached up into Power Girl without mercy or remorse, thick and rough-surfaced. Hitting her cervix, it detected all the traces of the lizard cum still inside her. Smaller tentacles slid out of the wall and wedged themselves into Kara’s hole, around the main pillar, making Kara’s muscles tense painfully. The smaller tentacles reached her cervix and attached to her muscular seal, and then pulled. “Gggaaahhggkk!” Kara let out a guttural cry as the monster physically forced her cervix to open.

“Nngghoooo! Nhoo! Not again! Not again!” she whipped her head around side to side. But her thighs were firmly encased in the prison of flesh surrounding her, and she couldn’t escape the alien’s designs. Her physiology was for its own, inhuman uses, and it didn’t need her womb filled with another creature’s semen. The feelers pulled and pulled, worming to get better leverage, and eventually even Power Girl’s muscles weren’t enough to withstand the constant attack.

Bit by bit the muscles were forced open. The lizard’s murky green sperm began to leak out of Kara’s womb, then spill out in droplets, obstructed by the fat tentacle buried in her vagina. When most of it had leaked out under the force of gravity, the smaller tentacles slithered into Kara’s womb and wiped at the organ walls, cleaning it of any alien genetic presence. Kara could feel each and every one of their movements, and her eyes bulged out. Her womb had never been touched so directly before, and it was somehow actually erotic in her orgasm-muddled brain instead of painful.

Once the monster was satisfied that there was nothing more taking up valuable volume inside Kara, the small tentacles withdrew, and the fat tentacle burrowed its way through her gaping cervix, until a few inches were buried inside her womb. Kara could barely keep her head straight, both mentally and physically. She stared down weakly, watching her breasts pulse with every squeeze the giant milking cups on them made. She couldn’t see the tentacle stuck in her womb, but she could feel it.

Then she felt the tentacle expand. Kara’s jaw clenched, and she shuddered as a wave of orgasms hit her. But the change in size wasn’t uniform. It shifted as it went upward. Kara then realized what it had to be – an egg.

The thought cut through the lusty fuzz clouding her mind. If the alien didn’t need her eggs to reproduce, and only needed a safe place to let its own eggs grow in peace, then all of a sudden she was in a much more perilous position than she’d thought. “Oh shit!” she growled. She clenched her vagina as tight as she could to stop the tentacle from unloading the egg inside her, but all that did was make her even more sensitive to every movement it made inside her. When she orgasmed, it weakened her enough for the egg to slide through her cervix, and then emerge from the tentacle to land heavily in her womb. “Hoohhhhh!” came out of Kara’s throat.

The egg was large, around the size of a goose’s egg, with a leathery surface, and much denser than Kara had imagined. She felt it sit awkwardly in her womb, pushing at her insides. Then, to her horror, she felt more begin to slide up the tentacle. “No! No! Fuck off with that!” she protested in vain. What were in these eggs? If they hatched, was she going to end up being their first meal? She really didn’t want to find out, but the dozens of sensations she was feeling made it hard to keep focused on any one thing for too long.

She thought about her tits, and then remembered the eggs, then went back to her nipples, then back to her vagina, unable to come up with responses quickly enough before either having an orgasm so strong as to make her forget what she’d been thinking about, or to make it seem not as urgent. The second egg spilled out into her womb, then a third. They sat on each other, making Kara’s belly feel awful with how heavy her womb was. “Fuck… fuck… God damn it…” she mumbled in frustration, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

As the sixth egg tried to come out of the tentacle, it ran into the problem of there not being enough room. Kara grunted and groaned as it tried to find space, jostling all the other irregularly shaped ovals inside her. But the alien had no patience. It pumped it out, making Kara’s womb expand to contain it. Kara prayed that it was done, and that she could suffer in some semblance of peace. But she was terribly mistaken. Another egg came up, and then another, and then more further. Each time they forced Kara’s womb to grow more and more, until she was worried that even her powerful body would break under the strain.

“That’s it… no more…!” Power Girl panted. Her eyes began glowing, and she fired off a short burst of energy at the other side of the chamber. Sparks filled the room with a brief flash of light, and the whole alien shivered and shook. “Fuck you…!” she declared, starting to pull her arm out.

That was when another needle tentacle slid into Kara’s ear, and began pumping a bubbling liquid into her brain.

Kara fell into an orgasm that dwarfed anything she’d ever felt before, that threatened to melt her very sense of self. All coherent thought melted, overwhelmed by the chemically-induced orgasmic state. Outside of her head, her body shook like she was being shocked electrically, spasming wildly as her neurons misfired and her muscles went wild. Her drooling, frothing mouth babbled mindlessly as she came. Her brain felt like it was being fried. When her mind finally went black, unable to defend consciousness, it was a blessed relief.

It took who knew how long for Kara to even approach waking after that. Certainly it was days. The first thing she felt was the milking at her tits. She felt the rivers of milk drain from her tits, never-ending, never-slackening. Kara’s eyes fluttered open, and she was where she remembered, though her thoughts were jumbled. She remembered the aphrodisiac, and the bone-deep soreness she still felt she knew had come from that awful, mind-destroying orgasmic state she’d been sent to.

Slowly moving her head around, Kara caught sight of her breasts, which were to either side of her torso, and she saw a huge bump below her cleavage.

“Wha…?” Kara mumbled, until she saw the belly button just in view of the curve. It was her own huge, distended belly. “Oh God…” she breathed. Questions multiplied and each demanded her attention. How many eggs were jammed in her now? Had the monster kept pumping them into her over time? All at once? How long until any of them hatched? Kara tried to move herself, and she felt the horrible weight inside her belly. It had to be like she had ten kids in there at once. How the hell was she supposed to escape like this?

The questions ran around her brain over and over again, without any answers coming into view. The milking at her breasts almost encouraged her to slow down, to not worry. It felt so nice, so pleasant. She could just let it keep doing this to her, couldn’t she? Just for a little bit longer. Did she really need to come up with an escape plan now? What if something came up that gave her a chance later? Besides, she really liked how she was being milked, and her conscious mind couldn’t deny that fact. An evil little whisper in the back of her mind told Power Girl that she’d been waiting for this her whole life – the chance to finally surrender. She wouldn’t have to fight anymore down here. She could orgasm forever and ever and ever and ever.

“No, no that’s not true,” she grunted, but her voice was weak and pathetic in the face of the logic of defeat. She wanted to get out of this monster’s belly, find the signal, and get back to Earth. She was Power Girl, for crying out loud! But the thought of relaxing was so seductive, the constant low-level orgasms taking the edge off Kara’s sense of danger so well, that it was easy for Power Girl to convince herself that she wasn’t in as much peril as she had thought she was.

Looking across the chamber, she saw the suppurating, viciously red wound she’d made in the monster’s interior, still leaking ichor, but scabbing over slowly. She could hurt it, but the counterattack was horrifying. Her body shuddered at the memory, even if it was distant and blurred. That orgasm had been terrifying in its strength.

It had been so strong, that Kara almost wanted to provoke the alien into pumping more into her. It would be so easy, all she’d have to do would be fire off a little beam and then she’d disappear from reality for a while. She could do it every time the despair of her situation got too much for her to deal with. She could even lie to herself and pretend that she was trying to escape by any means necessary, when really she just wanted to cum her brains out.

Maybe if she did it enough, she could just let her sense of self dissolve under the waves of pleasure, melting away until there was nothing left of her. Kara could see where that path led, and she would be in that chamber forever, empty-eyed, drooling, squirting mindlessly, utterly devoid of higher thought, utterly reduced into just a flesh vessel for spitting out eggs and producing milk for the rest of time.

The thought made Kara cum, but she didn’t like admitting it.

“I can just… break out later… my lasers work on this thing… so I’ll just do that…” she mumbled, her eyes half-lidded.

Kara flitted on the border between waking and sleeping. What could she do except wait? It didn’t sit well with her, but she was hard-pressed and confused. Sometimes she whited out for a few minutes, waking up to find herself drooling onto her egg-filled belly, moaning. But she had her endurance, she told herself. As long as her body and mind didn’t break, she could keep pushing through until she found the time to escape.

Those kinds of thoughts were hard to keep in mind when the eggs finally started leaving her. Surprising her with how weak her muscles were, the eggs just began to slide out of her cervix with barely any help from the tentacles, to tumble down her vagina and then pop wetly out of her hole to land on the floor of the flesh room. One by one they descended, causing Kara to make animal lowing noises as she came constantly the entire time. She was subjected to it for hours, and the sensation of dozens of eggs streaming out of her was only matched by the blessed relief she felt in her belly as her womb was emptied out.

So nice was it feeling empty again, that Kara didn’t notice the fat ovipositor slide into her pussy again until it pushed into her womb. “Aww, noo! Just give me a moment, please!” she begged, but to no avail. She was brought to orgasm again and again by being pumped with even more eggs this time, leaving her so stuffed that she was sure that her other organs were being shoved completely out of their normal positions. She giggled madly at the realization.

Power Girl teetered on the edge of madness in that pit. Everything pushed her to give up, either through indolence or through provoking the destruction of her mind. She walked the tightrope of trying to keep an eye open for a chance to escape if it came, without falling into despair. It was hard, one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a sorry spot before, but she wasn’t going to let her story end here.

She had to pump out womb-loads of eggs, was milked for hundreds, if not thousands of gallons of her breast milk, and had to endure the betrayal of her own body for desiring it the whole time. But Power Girl endured. She held onto hope, and that tiny thread that something was going to change kept her from falling into the abyss.

After her dozenth conscious egg-laying, Kara, covered in grime and sweat and slime, panting, barely able to move, waited to be impaled yet again by the ovipositor. But after a few minutes, she realized that it hadn’t gone into her. Trying to catch her breath, Kara lifted her head weakly, looking around to see if anything was different. Suddenly it hit her – everything was still. Even the milking cups had stopped, though that had only slowed down the flow of Kara’s milk instead of stopped it entirely.

But then, a frenzied movement began to shiver through the entire beast. It was uncoordinated, frantic. The chamber began convulsing and Kara saw tentacles slide out of the room and into the flesh wall, but where were they going? What was going on out there? Kara’s spirit began to stir. Not wanting to catch the monster’s attention too early, Kara began only slowly wriggling, trying to pull herself free of the muscles surrounding her body. Even though she’d been stuck for a while, she was still strong enough to take it inch by inch stealthily.

The chamber began squeezing violently, and the bottom began to open up to swallow the eggs that Kara had just pushed out of her womb. But Kara could hear something through the walls. The ceiling began to bulge, and in a spray of ichor splashing down and the sound of flesh being torn apart, one of the alien lizards emerged into the chamber. In its mouth were a dozen ripped tentacles, and along its length the tentacle monster had attempted every weapon to deter it, but none had worked. Needles stuck out of its tough scales, and this specimen was big enough that it couldn’t be restrained.

The monster tried to stop the lizard, but the lizard wanted something else. It fell down in front of Kara, and opened its jaw wide, snapping forward and swallowing a half dozen eggs all at once. “Oh!” Kara exclaimed, relief filling her very soul. The tentacle monster tried to keep the lizard from devouring the eggs, but the lizard was too hungry.

Kara knew her opportunity when she saw it. She pulled together all her strength, and wrenched herself out of the flesh wall. She grabbed at the milking tentacles and ripped them off her breasts. She came, but she pushed through the pleasure. She wasn’t going to get another chance like this. As the lizard viciously engorged itself on the eggs, Kara looked at the ragged wound it had created in the ceiling, and jumped up into it. Kara swam upwards, kicking and pulling and jumping upwards through the bloody mess.

She found a branching path, and she took a moment to check where the signal was coming from. Even after all that time, she still knew she had to get to it, it was of vital importance, so important she didn’t stop to think about why. However, her mind came up with a dozen reasons. It’s a Kryptonian weapon! A shield! A communicator! Anything to help her! She found it was to her left, and so she went up the path going that way, leaving behind the lizard’s trail and having to burn and punch her way through the sphincters that confronted her. After 15 minutes of frantic clambering, Kara felt stone instead of flesh, and she let out a sob of joy that pushed her to get out faster and faster.

The stone tunnels were tight, and with her giant breasts they were scarily tight. There were a few times when Kara was terrified that she might not be able to get through it, but she squeezed her giant milk bags as flat as they could possibly go, pancaking them against her chest, and each time she found the way forward.

She could hear air moving above her, and it made Kara squirm faster and faster. She saw a change in the stone, and saw something unlike stone beyond it. Her own frenzy overtaking her, Kara scrambled as quickly as she could. She got to a hole, leading out to a huge room with a cracked crystal in the middle. Somehow, she knew that it was the source of the signal. At the threshold between the two, however, Kara got stuck. Her head and one arm could get through, but her bust was just too much for the hole.

“No! No no no! Not now!” Kara pounded her fist on the wall of the chamber. She tried to stop herself from hyperventilating, but it was almost impossible. When she felt something wet and fleshy slip around her leg, panic leaped out of Kara’s throat. “Oh no you don’t! Fuck you!” Tightening her fist as hard as she could, Kara punched at the tunnel lip, shattering the stone and sending debris flying through the room. She leaped out of the tunnel, pulling away from the tentacle.

That didn’t stop the hunter though, and Kara saw a wet organic mass slide in the tunnel, coming towards her. It shifted, and then an eye opened up to stare at her. “You’re fucking ugly!” she cursed at it. It leaped towards the mouth of the tunnel, far faster than it had any right to be, and Kara turned and ran towards the crystal.

Kara got close to the console, but before she could touch the smooth surface she was yanked backwards onto her face. Tentacles wrapped around her legs, thick and strong enough to hold her down, and started pulling her to the ambulant mass even as it spilled out of the tunnel mouth, the lack of external support causing what of the organic mass that did come out to spread out like thick and lumpy pancake batter.

“Oh, fuck off with that !” Kara clawed her way towards the crystal, and it began sparking. Her heart leaped in joy, until a burst of static hit her head.

R̸E̷D̶ ̶K̴R̵Y̷P̶T̵O̷N̸I̷T̸E̵!̵

The floor opened up, and Kara remembered everything in a flash. God, she had to have been within a kilometer of the biggest known chunk of Red Kryptonite in the galaxy for weeks! She had to get away! She clung herself to the console, trying not to be pulled back into the tentacle monster. She had to think of what to do, because if she wasted too much time, she was going to be in for a world of hurt. If she kept being memory-wiped, would she ever be able to escape this awful loop system, or would some alien just find her brain turned to sludge through too many orgasms and just take her as a breeding trophy?

̶S̸T̸A̷Y̶ ̶A̷W̸A̸Y̵!̶

Kara grit her teeth, but surprisingly enough, the message hadn’t hurt her as much as it had before. She looked at the tentacle monster, and saw that it was shivering like it was in terrible pain. Then she remembered – the damn stupid crystal responded to vital signs and mental activity, but only the bigger and more intense ones! If she wasn’t the only mental activity the crystal noticed, could she spread out the signal so it didn’t knock her out?

̷A̸C̷T̵I̷V̸A̷T̶I̵N̸G̸ ̵E̸M̵E̸R̵G̴E̷N̴C̵Y̶ ̶E̶V̷A̸C̴U̷A̸T̶I̷O̷N̷ ̵P̶R̸O̷T̶O̴C̷O̴L̶!̸

The tentacle monster yanked Kara hard, and Kara made a gamble. She let go of the console, and the monster pulled her quickly into a drooling maw, about to slam down on her and fill her with enough aphrodisiac to burn her brain out in an instant when-

*****

Kara found herself falling through the air. She, and a gigantic organic monstrosity that had no business being at a few hundred feet above ground level. Kara let herself glide down, and watched the multi-colored monster plummet towards the green grass outside of the bunker entrance.

The alien, a being of many tubular limbs and oval organ chambers, hit the ground and exploded like an overripe fruit. Kara, her head slightly buzzing but otherwise unharmed, gently touched down on the soupy remains, her hands on her hips. “That’s what being a lecher gets you, asshole,” she said, kicking a particularly dense organ like a football.

Kara went back down to the observation room in the bunker, and melted the crystal from afar with her eye beams. Sealing as many doors to the bunker as she could find, Kara logged the location of the planet, and decided that she had earned a vacation back on Earth. Taking a few days to gather as much solar energy as she could, she jumped into the air, her tits so tightly packed in her suit that they were almost as tall as her torso, and zoomed through the void, back home.

*****

“FUCK. OFF.” Zatanna’s voice was pointed and incredulous. “You cannot be telling the truth. You got surgery on an alien world, fine! But you were stranded next to a shard of Red Kryptonite so big that Darkseid HIMSELF would want it for some nefarious reason, and instead of making you some crazed monster, or making you think you’re Bizarro-Power Girl, or whatever the hell that stuff does, it just made your tits even fatter?! ” The magician pounded the table the group of superheroines were sitting at. “No! FUCK! OFF! ”

Big Barda howled in laughter. Power Girl grinned at her friends, taking a sip from a giant stein of beer. She hefted her breasts a few times for them. “Look, you can feel them up if you want! I know they’re intimidating, but don’t be shy, girls!” On her way back to Earth, her breasts had managed to reduce in size somewhat, but they were still giant watermelons, heavy with milk. Even if brushing her nipples didn’t make her cum instantly, it still made Kara shiver, and she was secretly happy with that.

Wonder Woman poked at the top of Kara’s breast, watching her finger make a dimple in the pliant flesh. “I can’t feel anything artificial. You really lucked out, didn’t you?” Zatanna scowled, and Big Barda draped an arm across the smaller woman’s shoulder and bent over, laughing so hard she was beginning to hiccup.

Hawkgirl hefted Power Girl’s other breast. “That’s a hell of a lot of milk in there. What are you going to do with it?”

Power Girl winked. “I was thinking of getting into ice cream making. Anyone free tonight?”