The former Power-Girl purred as she crawled on her hands and knees towards Priya, unable to keep her eyes off the former Spider-Man's gleaming thick dick... and six arms.
"Lookit dem titties on dat girl," Priya said. "They're bigger than yers, Babs."
"Yeah, that's Power-Girl, sugah," Babs laughed, her own giant tits jangling. "She's the superhero looks like some silly ol' moo cow."
"Looks more like a pretty pussy tah me, toots."
"Ooooo, I want your big brown cock," Karen moaned. "And your hands! So many hands! On my tits! Squeeze my tits! Make me squirt my milk! I can't help it! Coat my udders with your cummmmmeow!"
Karen began to just meow like a cat as she stared at Priya's many arms and her big brown cock.
"How 'bout you, sugah?" Babs asked Kate.
"Bad bitch! Bad bitch!" Kate woofed, shaking her big ass. "Spank bad bitch on her big bitch ass!"
Babs giggled as she picked up a collar and leash that she found. "Ah always wanted a doggie."
* * *
"What a fucking pair of lesbo sluts!" Mary yelled.
"Fucking little dyke cum-buckets!" Kamala moaned.
"Hey--" America began before Mary grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into Mary's crotch.
"Shut up! Shut up! Uhhh! Yeahhh! Just a fucking cumrag!" The formerly sweet Mary Marvel ground her dripping cunt against America's face, treating her like a tool instead of a person. She didn't give a shit about anything except getting her rocks off. "Suck my clit ring, you fucking twat! Fuck you!"
Kiki squealed as Kamala grabbed her two pigtails.
"Ooo, you look so fucking sweet!" Kamala moaned. "Bet you want the fucking football captain to treat you right. Is he hung like me, you fucking whore?"
Kik's eyes went wide as she saw Kamala use her powers on her crotch, causing the crotch to stretch, to harden, producing a giant slab of throbbing meat.
"Suck my fucking dick!" Kamala grinned. "Suck my throbbing she-dick, you fucking slut!"
* * *
In another room, Superman and Captain America found themselves. They looked around in confusion. Superman found his X-ray vision couldn't pierce the walls.
"What's going on?" Captain America asked.
"You may call me Dr. Diabolical. I have already seen how quickly the pristine heroines can become … shall we say eccentric ladies of a very promiscuous demeanor? Now I'm curious to see how quickly the paragon of ultimate male virtue on your two perspective worlds follows the same path. How quickly will you become accustomed to new more feminine bodies and more intense drives?"
"I don't see how--"
"Do you see those two slot machines there? Why don't you pull the switches and give them a whirl? You could try to break out as well, of course, but I should warn you that you will fail and end up wasting very valuable time."