"So... you like shemales, huh, Super Milf?" Karrn-El chuckled, prodding the teen mom's softened belly, tickling the dark trail of hairs that led up to her navel. "You know, it occurs to me that if you really want that whitebread Kal-El to see you in action,
we should really porn you up. C'mon. You too, little cousin," she said, gesturing at Power Girl.
The two blondes followed their mistress to an adjacent room. A group of the cameras joined them, whirring quietly overhead. Supergirl, or rather, Super Milf, had radically developed in the past hour. She tucked her fat lactating tits back into her top,
for all the good it did. Her dark nipples rubbed against the fabric and leaked milk, soaking it to the point of translucency. Her sweat had already stained the armpits, so she didn't mind much. She tried to smooth down her skirt but her hips and rear had become
wide and plump. Her skirt was brief enough on her before she'd given birth to twins, but now it could barely cover half of the expanse of her ass. Her pussy mound was fully exposed too, giving anyone around a mouth-watering view of her thick, curly pubes,
the meaty pussy lips peeking out, and the thick sausage clit that stood like a cock.
Power Girl was still buzzing with arousal, but it came as a surprise when Karrn-El opened the door. The two were hit with a wave of sex fumes, like they'd just walked into a brothel. From the sight that greeted them, they might as well have!
The room was filled with a dozen brown-skinned ladies, all playing with themselves or each other. The two blondes realized there was not a pussy among them, seeing nothing but bulging panties and thick dark dicks peeking out from under skirts. The air
was full of moans and grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh.
"Just a little entertainment I picked up in Sao Paolo," Karrn-El grinned. seeing the surprise turn to arousal in both blondes' faces. "Sometimes they help around the place when they're not fucking each other. I've made some improvements to their physiology
and amped up their endurance." Power Girl remembered that Superman had a team of robots to maintain his arctic fortress. She liked this idea better!
"Oh shit," Super Milf whined, putting a hand between her legs. She fell to her knees. "Gimme! Want... cock..." she grunted, jerking her clit like mad. The shemales looked up as one and practically pounced on Kara, dragging her to a bench and shoving her
facedown atop it. She cried out in bliss as her pussy was filled with hot, hard cock, and her voice cut off as another dick slid into her mouth.
"Lemme..." Power Girl said, wanting to join in on the fun. They'd already pulled up Super Milf's top and were tittyfucking her, squeezing her milky tits around each cock that slid between them. Karrn-El had grabbed Power Girl's arm.
"Oh no, not yet," the brunette grinned. "First you're gonna help me break your other bitch." She pulled Power Girl away from the door. "You remember, that spicy Italian slut?"
"Yeah, fuck me!" Super Milf screamed. "Breed me! Oh god, shemale cock is the best!" The young heroine was absolutely drunk with arousal, loving every thrust of dark meat in her. Her orgasming body shook as her primal urges to slurp up as much of the thick
shemale spunk took over.
Karrn-El closed the door. She knew Kara would emerge from the room even more debauched, and would drag Power Girl down with her in her perversion. For now, though, the two muscular kryptonians made their way back to the cell holding Huntress.