"Well, THIS should be interesting." Courtney murmured to herself as Tigra and Hawkeye raced past the mirror on the wall to catch up with the still half-naked from the waist down Power Girl who'd taken off like a shot when she heard that a horny bad guy had to be stopped. "I cannot wait to see what happens when we get back-"
"SOME TIME TODAY, STARGIRL!" snarled Tigra.
Courtney rolled her eyes and broke into a run, her newly enlarged tits jiggling in their corset as she made effortless strides on her longer, more muscular legs. By the time the mirror began to shimmer, all of them were on a Quinjet heading down towards Titans Tower.
Hawkeye had passed The Mirror of Sexuality first and a big, beefy version of the archer stepped out of the mirror. He still looked like Clint Barton but he was built somewhere between Superman and the Hulk - a shirtless, slab of beefcake with nothing on but his mask, gloves and a pair of tight purple pants that housed a nearly obscene bulge.
Clint Barton hid his insecurity well about being one of the few pure humans on the team but his sexual fantasy didn't have to hide anything. He was now a wall of muscle able to take any kind of damage without flinching with a cock to rival any gamma-irradiated or Kryptonian teammate. Of course, that wasn't the best part.
"Time to find some evil women and change their tune!" Hawkeye's double rumbled in a deep baritone. He knew he had the power Hawkeye always wished he had, ever since being seduced by Black Widow back when she was evil - very special pheromones. Any normal women wouldn't notice them but a supervillainess would become intoxicated by them. The more evil they were, the more they'd become helplessly enthralled by Hawkeye's musk, more desperate to have him inside them and do anything he wanted to their uncontrollably horny bodies.
But that still wasn't the best part.
The best part was that after they finally broke and gave in, letting Hawkeye fuck them, Hawkeye's cum would leave them addicted to him - still their old evil selves but now helplessly addicted cumsluts who would do anything Hawkeye commanded them to, just to feel his cum on or inside of their slutty bodies. He'd be able to "reform" all the supervillainesses of the world until he had a harem of nasty, insatiable sluts constantly begging him for his cum.
"Time to stop some bad girls!" Hawkeye said, flexing his bare arms.
That was when the mirror shimmered again and Tigra's sexual fantasy sauntered out . . .
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