On a bright, sunny June morning, superheroines across the universe awoke with a start. They knew somehow that they had been cursed. Who cursed them, they could not say, but they instinctively knew that there were three facets of the curse:
1. Every time they did a good deed, they would suffer a change to either their mind, body or clothes, making them more and more into the kind of whores, bimbos or skanks they hated the most.
2. Every day they went without giving another person an orgasm, their tits would double in size and sensitivity. Orgasms given to the same person two days in a row would not count.
3. Getting fucked twice by 100 supervillains and/or supervillainesses would permanently remove the curse.
The majority of the superheroines decided to meet and try and find ways how to remove this curse but some lived in denial, deciding to ignore the information as some sort of twisted nightmare. Others found themselves unable to ignore the call to help others. These superheroines were the first to show the effects of the curse . . .
***
Power Girl wasn't going to let some weird dream stop her from saving lives. With a deep breath, the stubborn, busty blonde Kryptonian sucked the oxygen out of a burning office building, stopping the flames.
"There! Good deed done! And no stupid magic thing happened." she said with a smirk . . . just before she felt her lips tingle.
"Like, omigod, what's, um, happening?" she heard herself say in a brainless Valley Girl accent. "OMG, like why am I talking like this? This like totally sucks or whatever!"
Even though she was furious, she found herself ending each sentence with a giggle . . .
***
Ms. Marvel believed in the weird, gross sex curse but the shapeshifting teenage heroine just couldn't help herself from helping others. She was stretching to get to Justice League Tower as quickly as possible but she saw a helpless old woman about to be hit by some idiot driving a Hummer while texting on his cell phone. Without even thinking about it, she literally put her foot down, crushing the ignorant motorist's hood beneath her newly giant foot.
"Hey! Pedestrians have the right of way!" she sternly said at the driver before turning back to the old woman. "Are you okay, Ma'am?"
The old woman blinked and smiled at her.
"Yes, dear! Bless you!" she said and gave Ms. Marvel a hug . . . only to find herself shoved violently over as Ms. Marvel's tits suddenly ballooned outwards like twin beach balls.
"Whoa! Oh no, no, no, NO!" the petite brown-skinned teenager shrieked as she stared down at her newly enormous rack. They stuck out like a pair of watermelons, stretching out the front of her costume nearly to it's breaking point. She wobbled and nearly fell over from the sheer weight of them, even as they stuck out from her chest high and proud, like a porn star or stripper's prize assets.There was no way she'd be able to be a modest everyday High School girl with these massive mammaries!
"Shrink! Ensmallen!" she said in a panic, trying to concentrate to make them smaller, her tiny hands feebly pushing against the front of her new bust, her thicker, plug-like nipples clearly poking through the spandex material. The sensation actually felt good, which scared her even more.
She found herself shrinking but to her horror, her new tits refused to get any smaller . . .