"Don't you worry about your friend, Kara. Don't worry your pretty little head about anything at all. You're in a safe space. Just us girls, having a nice wholesome time. C'mon, sugar, let me help you relax."

 

Caitlin's powerful hands began to dig into Kara's shoulders, expertly massaging her as her mind tried to overcome the telepathic assault that was like some sort of sedative, pushing her further and further into deep relaxation.

"You poor thing, so tense! It really gets to your back, carrying around those big, beautiful breasts of yours. You'll see - a massage is just the thing the doctor ordered."

"The Doctor . . . Diabolical . . . did this to you." Kara said in a half-slur, fighting to try and stand up, only for the redheaded amazon's powerful hands to force her gently back down in her chair.

 

"Yes, and we're ever so thankful!" came Jennifer Walter's voice as she casually transformed into her green giantess form. The tasteful white and purple checkered sundress she was wearing became a form-fitting minidress, barely containing her incredible curves. The camera orbs pinged pleasantly over and over, green laser lights tracing up and down each of the women.

A faint hiss of some sort of mist came out of the camera orb nearest to Kara's face and she breathed in a deep lungful before she could stop herself. Her hands stopped gripping the chair arms, fingers going slack.

 

"No more fighting. No more suffering. No more endless battles or gruesome deaths. Just happiness and the joys of simple country living!" Jennifer said, sauntering over to Kara slowly, stopping to kiss her lover briefly before raising a hand to caress Supergirl's cheek.

 

"Don't fight this, sweetheart. Just give in to the pleasures of the simple life." Jennifer whispered before gently sliding a finger down her face to her famous shield and lifting up her top, exposing her bigger, fuller breasts for everyone to see.

 

Kara reared up at this slightly but only for the half-second it took Jennifer to begin expertly squeezing and kneading her more sensitive, enhanced bust with strong, expert green fingers. She fell back down in the chair, a low moan helplessly escaping her lips, her legs lazily beginning to spread themselves.

 

The green camera began to ping again, in a gentle reoccurring rhythm, like a favorite song playing in the background.

"Jenny's real good at knowing what a girl needs, sugar. Us girls know our bodies better than any silly old man might! Doesn't it feel good to let us play with your sexy body? Doesn't it feel right?"

 

"Ungh. Good . . . but . . . ooh . . ." Kara muttered dreamily, a desperate part of her brain still fighting but realizing that an orgasm was building quickly, just from the green woman's squeezing of her breasts. The were so sensitive now, so good, Rao, her hands felt so good. How much better would it feel to have her hand between her legs? Wait, was that her thinking that?

"Don't . . . stop . . ." she said in a breathy moan, unsure what she meant by it.

 

"We won't, sugar. We promise." they said in unison, as the camera ping, ping, pinged and sprayed another bit of mist across the three of them, green light flashing in Kara's lidded eyes. "There's a place for everything and everyone . . . and your place is with us now."

 

Kara began to lose track of time as Caitlin's hands moved down her shoulders to play with her nipples and Jennifer began to slowly work off her boots and her panties. She shouldn't let them do this even though it felt so good. So right. So very good, Oh, Rao! Thought vanished as Jennifer moved a sure hand up her thigh to her soaking wet slit and slipped two fingers inside of her, making her cry out. This was wrong, wasn't it? But why did it feel so right?

 

Distantly, she heard some dishes clatter against wood underneath that sweet beautiful pinging but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but how good she felt, how good they felt, how right those hands on her tits and pussy, those strong, gentle female hands felt, feeling her- her-

 

"Oh, Rao! Rao! RAAAAAAAOOOO!" Kara screamed, as a mind-blowingly powerful orgasm rocked her to her very core.

Fairchild and She-Hulk shared a knowing smile, then turned to face a trembling America, who had set a tea set down roughly on the table in front of them all, her face twitching with a riot of emotions, lust predominant among them. A camera circled her head relentlessly, covering her in the faint mist as she struggled to move, flashing between red and green like an out of control traffic light.

 

"Oh, dear! I do declare we've made a terrible mess of Kara's skirt. Would you like to help us clean up, America? That is why you're here after all!"