It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Best of times: Not only was Kon having a team-up with Power Girl, but a hero from another universe named She-Hulk had shown up. She-Hulk was a stone-cold fox, taller than tall, but no WNBA player. She was built like a diesel train, thick biceps and thighs totally matched by her fat ass and full breasts. Her robust body was squared away in a singlet that tightly hugged her curves as well as her rock-hard abs. Every inch of her was toned and green, despite the plumpness of her teardrop breasts and ample buttocks. She looked like she could break Kon in half and he would like to see her try.
Then there was Power Girl. The woman didn't age, never changed her costume, but Kon couldn't get used to how good she looked. Those awe-inspiring breasts--Kon almost would've believed they were padding if it weren't for the cut-out showing how real they were. She was shorter than She-Hulk and not as chiseled, but there was still plenty of firm muscle on her statuesque body. There had to be--bulging quads and biceps to keep her spectacular tits from looking ludicrously oversized for her frame. Instead, they somehow seemed to fit with the rest of her lavish body. She seemed like the only woman who could give She-Hulk a run for her money in sheer abundant femininity.
The worst of times: While She-Hulk and the motley crew of JLAers on duty had been going after the supervillain she'd come to this universe to track down, the loser had caught Kon inside of a forcefield bubble that was absolutely unbreakable. It was the size of a Smartcar, so Kon wasn't in danger of cramping, but he'd been soundly taken out of the fight.
The best of times: He was stuck in there with Power Girl and She-Hulk.
The worst of times: Neither Power Girl or She-Hulk was the most petite of women.
As it happened, they'd ended up stuck in a rather unique arrangement. Kon was essentially sitting in She-Hulk's lap ("Call me Jen, so long as we're getting to know each other.") while Power Girl--Karen--was straddling
his
lap like she was giving him a private dance. Kon was no small fry himself and with their three towering frames packed into the bubble together, there was no way to move themselves around and get more comfortable.
Not that Kon was uncomfortable. But it was pretty awkward to have his head resting against Jen's boobs while Karen's were shoved into his face. The two hulking women were face to face, while Kon was sandwiched between their chests, which were all but pressed together by the sheer abundant size of their combined cleavage.
It was pretty great, but Kon could only enjoy himself so much without being a creep. It wasn't like either of them had agreed to being stuck in this bubble with him, much as that was rapidly becoming his new fetish. And with the little room they had available, it would be very obvious if Kon had a reaction. Very,
very
obvious--wearing such tight pants as part of his costume was suddenly seeming like a bad idea.
Jen suddenly began to laugh. The ripples of the movement stirred her cleavage against the back of Kon's head. As great as it felt to have Karen's breasts in his face, her boob window parked right in front of his staring eyes, Kon suddenly wished he could turn around and burrow into Jen's jiggling tits.
"What's so funny?" Karen asked. If Kon was regretting wearing jeans a size too small, Karen couldn't be feeling too good about having a big hole in the front of her costume.
"I was just thinking that you two have probably been in worse spots than this--but I'm sure none of us have ever been in a
tighter
spot."
Karen cracked a small grin. "Yeah. It could be worse."
"How?" Kon tried to ask--making a valiant attempt to sympathize with the two women--but with his personal space overflowing with cleavage, nothing much came out but a muffled "
Hh".
"At least he can't talk," Karen said, sharing a smile now with Jen.
"And for a teenager, he doesn't smell too bad."
"He was cloned from Superman; of course he's got good hygiene."
"Superman?" Jen asked. "The cute one with the big S?"
"Oh yeah. Why? Are you in the market?"
"For a good-looking guy who's modestly invulnerable? Always. I prefer breaking beds to breaking backs... unless you and he are already..."
"No, no, it's... too complicated. There's another universe where we're... well... cousins."
"No way!" Jen cried. The outburst pushed her breasts hard into Kon's cranium. He couldn't take it anymore.
Slowly, trying not to take up any attention, he craned his neck to the side. Feeling Jen's spandex costume, and the supple flesh beneath, brush against his ear. Like a floodgate had opened, the warmth of her body poured into the side of his face, more and more as he turned his head further.
It was heavenly. He could feel the swell of her tits with each breath, while still sampling that lovely firm softness of Karen's boobs on the other side of his face. Kon nearly moaned aloud. His cock was stiffening up fast, but he couldn't care about that. He might embarrass himself momentarily, but the memory of this bliss would last forever.
"My cousin," Jen continued, "let's just say he's also gone green."
"You mean he's some kind of... He-Hulk?"
Jen chuckled. "Heh, I wish."
The abundant flesh of her bosom slid against Kon's face with her laugh. His chin dropped down. They weren't noticing a thing while engulfed in their girltalk. He hoped they kept chatting forever.
"People who don't know any better think we would make such a good couple," Jen went on. "He's strong, I'm strong. You go online, there's all sorts of drawings and stories, you have no idea..."
"Jen, look at me. I have every idea."
Karen laughed to herself, her sumptuous breasts heaving, and then Kon felt it. Brushing against his sensitive lips, tactile right through the material of Karen's thin costume, was a nipple. The fabric of Karen's costume was almost like gossamer, doing little to protect her body, only hiding it from sight.
It wasn't armor--like Kon and Clark, her invulnerability came from a bodily forcefield extending scant centimeters beyond her skin. And it wasn't a bra either; Karen didn't need one. So through that little satiny covering of fabric, Kon could've sworn he felt every bump on her stiff nipple and tender areola.
Kon couldn't help himself. Opening his mouth, he locked his lips around the imprint of Karen's nipple and sucked it, right through her costume.
"
Ooh!"
