Kitty Pryde examined herself naked in a mirror. She'd secretly always felt insecure about her small breasts but if this curse thing was true, she wouldn't stay small for much longer. Just a few days without sex and she'd suddenly know what it was like to have big, sensitive tits. What would it be like to have massive boobs like Emma or Power Girl, she wondered? Also, the curse meant she'd have to alternate between her old lovers until a cure was found. Fucking Colossus one night, Ted Kord the next, Peter Wisdom after that, just like a dirty little slut. A hand snaked between her thighs as she began to imagine wrapping her new huge boobs around Piotr's nice, thick cock . . .
***
Stargirl tried to keep her moans down as she fingered herself to yet another powerful orgasm. The sexually frustrated, barely legal blonde had always had perverted sexual fantasies thanks to growing up surrounded by handsome, incredibly well-built men who thought she was off limits. This curse could do anything to her and that made her so fucking wet. It'd be great if men had to take her, take her hard.
She dreamed of being just the token bimbo for the hot, older men around her, getting fucked like a cheap piece of meat by men like Superman and Captain America. God, getting double teamed by them, a cock in her mouth and her pussy at the same time. That'd be a helluva fucking team-up.
Or maybe just being a helpless little slut for all those hot, beefy supervillain guys she'd always dreamed of getting fucked by and being able to blame it on the curse. Gosh, Mr. Terrific, sir, I sure didn't want to let The Wrecking Crew take turns pounding all of my slutty holes but this darn curse just made me keep sucking and fucking and sucking and fucking and-
Courtney squealed with delight as she came.
***
Black Cat had always gotten shit from people calling her a slut just because she'd fucked Spider-Man and Nightwing but still kept stealing shit. Well, turnabout was sure a hell fair play now.
"Wow, Black Canary, that was quite a little kick you did there. I guess you sure stopped me from stealing this antique necklace!" Felicia sing-songed as she rubbed her jaw and sneered. "What a good deed you just did! Again."
"Goddamit!" Black Canary squeaked in a breathy bimbo voice as the 4th change in 5 minutes took effect.
Felicia Hardy had let Dinah land several kicks on the woman before Dinah realized what it would mean. The formerly stern martial artist found herself now more and more like one of the vapid airhead girls who only cared about being trophies on the arms of rich and powerful men. Her famous fishnets and leather one-piece was now a flimsy black cocktail dress that barely covered her ass and her blonde hair was up in pigtails. The change before the last one must have been psychological, she supposed, but she'd figure out what it was later.
"Just get the fuck out of here, Felicia!" the blond squeaked.
"With pleasure, bitch." Black Cat said with a laugh as she picked up he antique necklace and used a grappling hook to leave via the skylight.