In the heart of the Watch Tower, three pairs of eyes watched the jiggly juggernaut that was Power Girl with suspicious, curious and confused gazes.

“Do you think we can try and pull the camera back a little? I can’t see all of Karen on the screen,” Superman commented as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from the monitor with a blush. On the screen was a shot of Power Girl’s lower back I full detail. They could see the massive ass halves rubbing together in a slow, rhythmic fashion as Power Girl walked, bouncing slightly when she moved faster. It didn’t even look like she was covering anything as her ass crack had swallowed her costume completely, leaving her ass hanging out completely naked. It made the married Man of Steel uncomfortable, which could not be said for the other two watching the scream.

Batman gave his classic scowled at Superman. “This is as far back as the camera goes. If it makes you uncomfortable just pretend it is Lois.”

“Lois has never had that much junk in her trunk,” Superman said under his breath, but both heroes heard him. Growling at the lack of any progress, Batman turned away from the scream. He had been watching Power Girl carefully, hopping to get some feedback from his fellow heroes, but was finding little help from them. Wonder Woman didn’t seem to be bothered by Power Girl’s new found girth and Superman seemed flustered about it. Getting nowhere, Batman decided to cut to the chase.

“I need to know what you think, what do you think is wrong with Power Girl? Could her body be bloating with energy? Could she be an imperfect clone? Or are we dealing with some kind of mind control that makes it’s victim grow wider?”

“Here’s a thought Bruce, maybe she’s just fat,” Superman lightly suggested and got a gruff snort from the Caped Crusader. For Batman nothing was ever that simple. There was always something going on that no one else could see but him. His paranoia was useful, most of the time, but right now, he was overreacting.

“Back on Themyscira we had Amazons that would feast until they bloated. Their flabby flesh would squeeze out of their armor and their skirts would fail to cover their bottoms completely. These Amazons were considered the most lustful of us and would routinely organize gatherings to satisfy their carnal desires,” Wonder Woman explained as she watched Power Girl talking to some other female league members through the monitor.

Batman remained stoic, his face completely indifferent as he spoke. “Your point is?”

“Karen is horny and wants to have an orgy,” Wonder Woman simply explained. She smiled when she saw the boy’s reaction. Superman nearly fell over in shock and Batman clenched his fist and grit his teeth, hiding his surprise. Even after so many years in the world pf men, Wonder Woman still found their squeamishness to women promiscuity to be amusing if not slightly confusing. If a man has sex with many different women, he is considered an alpha male and respected by his peers. If a woman has sex with many different women, she is a whore and looked down upon. It didn’t make sense to her.

Looking back at the screen, Wonder Woman trailed her eyes over every curve of the blondes body. The bounce of her protruding masses was hypnotic and Wonder Woman couldn’t help thinking back to her first lover on Themyscira. She had just been a young girl when she had gone up to the fattest warrior and requested she teach her in the art of lovemaking. On Themyscira getting sex was easy, you just asked.

Her first lover had been amazing. Her breasts were as big as Wonder Woman’s head and her buttocks had been so large and smooth. She had shown the young princess all about how to please a woman and not lose focus in the throes of pleasure. After many exhausting hours of teaching the final test had been for Wonder Woman to fully please her first lover. Her tiny fists had pounded away inside the fat Amazon’s snatch as her tongue danced against her drooping belly. Wonder Woman had nurtured every inch of her obese lovers body. Not bothered by the more pungent smells her body made. When the fat warrior had screamed out in release, Wonder Woman had been so proud of herself.

Thinking back to that large lover made Wonder Women imagine herself in bed with Power Girl. She was bigger then her first lover and much stronger too. Wonder Woman imagined the long hours of fun she could get from groping, sucking and licking at her huge breasts. The way it would feel to run her fingers down her silky skin and grab hold of her folds of fat. The sight she’d get if she kneeled behind the blond, kissing and licking her ass while her arm reached around to play with her damp cunt. She would pound away with her toys at the fatty’s cunt or vice versa. How sweet they could be together as lovers.

Wonder Woman pulled herself out of her fantasy as she felt her juices running down her long, muscular thighs. All her daydreaming had left her incredibly horny, but unlike Themyscira she couldn’t simply ask Power Girl to help her. In the world of man you either had to date, pay or have an already established understanding with someone to have sex. Wonder Woman had none of these with Power Girl, but she did have an understanding with someone else.

“Batman, I need you to look at my rope.”

“You mean your lasso,” Batman said without looking at Wonder Woman. He was back to watching the screen with Superman and failed to notice the lustful look he was getting. He got the picture when Wonder Woman pushed her large chest into his back and reached around to rub his crotch. Understanding what Wonder Woman really needed having looked at, he turned to leave with her.

“We’ll deal with this later,” he gruffly said. Maybe a few rounds with Wonder Woman would get his head back on strait. They left Superman who ad failed to notice anything as he continued watching Power Girl.

“If Kara had an ass like that our race would be repopulating quickly,” he noted, imaging his cousin with that huge rump swaying under her skirt.