Power Girl's Boy Toy

"Well, if you want the Dream House and pink convertible too..."

Hiro pulled a USB cord from the figure—made it look like the doll had a pull-string—and plugged it into a nearby laptop. The laptop wallpaper was of Karen hitting Gorilla Grodd. That was cute. The angle didn't even show off her boobs.

"With a unique blend of chemicals and ionically-charged electromagnets, I can replicate the initial connection the Flash made to the Speed Force. And..." Hiro hit a button. "Vibrate this action figure so fast it can go through walls."

"So it is an action figure."

Hiro shrugged. "Well, yeah. But not a doll, okay? I have some limits."

The action figure shook itself into a blur which actually sunk a half-inch into the table where it was standing, before it slowed. Hiro picked it back up and set it down before it could get stuck in the table. "Still a work in progress."

"If you did get it to work, how would you get it back? Wouldn't it just fall to the center of the Earth?"

Hiro raised a finger, but said nothing for a moment. "That's also a work in progress."

Karen crossed her arms. "Look, Hiro, this is all great, and I hate to spoil it, but there's something I just have to know. Or, really, see."

Hiro jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "You want a look at the Superman robots? I build all of Superman's robots. He doesn't do it. Guy wouldn't know a T-800 from a T-1000."

"No, Hiro. I want to see my robot."

***

A bit gratifyingly, Hiro didn't just keep it out in the open where anyone could see it. It was in a special vault under the building that took Karen's JLA authentication to let her in. She waited patiently while various sensors double-checked her identity. As if anyone else could have her chest measurements.

"It's not like it was a sexbot," Hiro was explaining. "They were purely aesthetic. Muses, really. Fan art."

"They?" Karen asked, as a laser swept over her chest for the fourth time. "Yes, they're real."

The vault door finally swung open, letting them into a narrow, darkened space. Karen got the impression that Hiro didn't do much work down here. There were cobwebs and a fine layer of dust.

Hiro changed the subject. "I keep some of the more dangerous stuff here. Look, here's an old body of Metallo's." Hiro picked up a headset hanging from a post in front of the chrome husk of Superman's arch-enemy, the green eyes currently lifeless. Putting the headset on, he tried to make the Metallo body boot up—servos whirring, circuit boards powering on, metal muscle whining up—but the whole thing abruptly went dead. "I've almost got it working—if I could figure it out, I might be able to build a cybernetic bypass for quadriplegics to use their arms and legs again..."

"Uh-huh. Show me the robo-sluts."

Wincing, Hiro went to a stained old tarp. "I haven't even powered them up in ages..." And, that said, he pulled the cover away. Arranged like statues were copies of herself, Starfire, Wonder Girl, and...

"Raven? Really? Were you just going for a Titans theme or do you actually think Casper The Friendly Goth is on my level?"

He blinked at her. "わかりません?"

"I'm just saying, if you're going to clone Scarlet Johansson, Eva Green, and Angelina Jolie, you don't throw in Gwyneth Paltrow for the hell of it."

Karen looked over her robot double. It looked a lot better than most 'fan art' of her did—at least its back wasn't broken to show off her ass and boobs at the same time. Which was actually a possibility, here. The suit covered a double-digit percentage of her breasts and her bottom—an achievement, when people seemed to think she went around with a permanent wedgie.

"Power it up."

Hiro ground his teeth a little. "I don't think that's a good idea. She has some bugs..."

"So do I," Karen snapped before thinking better of it. "In my personality, not my—look, if Superman were here, he'd say you have to take responsibility for the shit you've pulled. I'm not angry or anything, but I want to know..." She trailed off. "If you're really not the same guy anymore, than it doesn't even matter, right?"

"Alright... Power Girl, run boot sequence, victor-alpha-alpha-ten."

Well, at least there's not a switch, Karen thought. Her robot came online, standing up straight, facing front, and dusting herself (itself?) off a little. She canted her hips, hands on her waist, as if mimicking the Kryptonian in front of her.

"It's not an AI," Hiro said. "It has an RSS feed to the internet that finds footage of you and copies it."

The Power Girl robot gave the finger to some air.

"Well, she has my charm. So c'mon, where's the dog leash? The riding crop? Does she jump up and down on a trampoline if you tell her to?"

"It's an action figure," Hiro stressed. "A really big action figure for a really big nerd. Its systems are beta-grade; she couldn't make a sandwich!"

"That the best example you could think of, hot dog?" But strangely, Karen found herself a bit mollified. She was worried it would start in on some 'yes, master' BS like an old episode of I Dream of Jeannie, but it was just—posing. Still creepy, and part of the male psyche she found about as relatable as the Three Stooges, but it was five years ago. If they could let reformed supervillains onto the Justice League, she could let a reformed perv... what? "So, how good a kisser is she?"

"なに? Power Girl—"

"Call me Karen."

"Karen, she's not designed for oral intimacy! It's really hard to program—hard to find test subjects."

Karen wondered if she should be offended by that. "Well, don't you think it's time we bust the damn thing's cherry?"

"Karen, wait!"

"Wouldn't be the first time I made out with an identical twin," she said, thinking back to her time in Argo City with Supergirl. Total bitch, but the girl could fuck like there was no tomorrow.

It really was a flattering likeness. Got her eyes right, all cocky and challenging instead of the simpering fuck-me-big-boy look she supposedly sported 24/7. In one motion, Karen grabbed the robot's head and brought their mouths together. Nice not having to stoop or lean for once; not with someone the exact same height.

At the insistence of her pink tongue, the robot's mouth opened and Karen darted inside. It was interesting. The robot had no breath, no saliva, no gasp. She responded jerkily, like a nervous virgin, but she did respond. Maybe Hiro had some footage of Power Girl being whammied by some lust-spell to draw from. Why did that kind of shit never happen to Batman?

Hiro looked from one woman to another, a full systems crash going on behind his eyes. He didn't notice that a hard-on was stretching the crotch of his pants into tissue.

The robot fully returned the kiss now, stroking her newly wet tongue over Karen's lips. Karen, in turn, gripped the robot's satiny ass right under the sheer fabric of her bodice. Wasn't bad. Not a patch on the original, but—not bad. Her mouth sucked the robot's tongue in and Karen gave a moan of pleasure, closing her lips around it and sucking on it like a delicate candy. She felt an explosion building in her body, set off by every little touch and held back by only the shreds of Karen's self-control.

It was no use. Karen went boom.

So did the robot.

Karen closed her eyes instinctively, opening them a moment later to find that where the robot had been standing, there was now only a scorch-mark on the floor. Bits of her body were strewn about like clothes in a teenager's room, and Karen herself had been bleached black by the explosion. She polished the burns off her invulnerable skin with her (mostly intact) cape, only to find that her costume hadn't fared as well. The blast, originating at chest level, had ripped open the modest, teasing portal in front of her costume, leaving a gaping hole that laid her bare from throat to areolas.

"What the fuck was that? Look at my top! No, don't look at my top!" Karen demanded, wiping the soot from the curve of her breasts—something she stopped once she saw how avidly Hiro was paying attention to it. "If you fucking say that there's not much of a difference—"

"I wasn't going to--!"

"I look like Phantom Lady, okay? Phantom Lady!"

"I remember now—it was a defensive mechanism." Hiro scratched behind his ear. "I figured—I have these robots around—I'm not using them—so I'll set a trap, and if someone breaks in and takes me hostage, I'll say they're sexbots, the guy will probably want to try one out, it'll explode, I'll make a witty one-liner—"

"And what if a girl breaks in and takes you hostage, poindexter?"

Hiro stopped scratching. "You suppose it would make much of a difference?"

Karen groaned.

"I mean, I have a Starfire robot..."

The ribbing on Karen's costume, oft stretched to the limit by the combination of Karen's lifestyle and measurements, now reached the end of what Kryptonian tailoring could accomplish. The frayed fabric gave way like a dam breaking, spilling out all forty inches (at least) of her bust.

Hiro nearly choked, seeing her virtually naked. He stared at her like he had never seen a woman before. The old robot couldn't even hope to compare. Her breasts were huge, luscious melons, so big it now seemed impossible that they had ever fit in her scanty costume, and only finer in proportion to her thick but gently rounded belly, and the proud fur covering the sweep of her pubis, aggressive but also delicate. And yet, as large as they were, they remained firm and perky, floating up from Karen's chest at almost a ninety degree angle.

Karen didn't move a muscle to cover herself. She proudly thrust her tits from their ruined prison. She even posed for his admiration, hands on her hips and spine straight, parting her thighs wide enough for him to see her skimpy panties through the holes in her suit. His eyes made her feel hot wherever they went. It was like his gaze was so worshipful, it caressed her.

"Yeah, fanboy, they're real," she said. "Not silicone, not Atlantean magic, not advanced boob technology from the future. One hundred percent what my momma gave me."

Hiro nodded. "Yes ma'am. Of course. Whatever you say." He kept nodding. He would've nodded if Karen had asked him if he were ready for a vasectomy by laser beam. The possibility of his continuing to see her breasts was just too important to relinquish.

Crowning them were areolas that would've been big on another woman, the goosebumped pink as large as silver dollars, but that seemed just the right size for her firm breasts and her thimble-big nipples. Just looking at them made his lower body feel like it was made of hardened fire, his cock jutting out like an explosion made solid. It did not go unnoticed.

"That the Spear of Destiny in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"Huh-happy to see... Spear of Destiny?" This had to stop before Hiro started to drool.

"Hey, Toyboy, eyes up front, eh?" Karen snapped her fingers. "Think you can make eye contact for five seconds?"

Hiro craned his neck until he was looking her in the eye.

"Yeah, you saw my tits, good for you. Here's the thing. I'm starting to think it's a bit unfair that I'm over here, rated-R, and you're sitting pretty with a PG-13. So I want you to pull down the zip, unwrap the wang, and make this NC-17."

"I... あれ?"

"Fair's fair, big boy. I've shown you mine, time for you to show me yours. What's the matter? True what they say about Japanese men?"

It was probably pretty racist of Karen to imagine the word "bonsai!" being shouted as Hiro fumbled with his belt, opening it like the Flash would solve a Rubik's Cube—by trying a couple thousand different combinations in a few seconds. But—his mouth now dropping open—he got his fly open and his underwear out of the way with jerking mechanical quickness. And like a prisoner making a break for it, as soon as it had a taste of freedom, his cock shot out from his clothes like (appropriately enough) a jack-in-the-box.

Karen raised her eyebrows at the seven inches of fat hard-on standing out from the spare black hairs of Hiro's pubic hair, the nicely thick shaft twitching suggestively, its head purple and already dripping pre-cum. Hiro didn't pay it an iota of attention, his gaze still laser-intense on her rock-hard nipples and the joyous bounce each breath gave them, but Karen was suitably impressed.

"Not bad for an Earthling," she said. "I mean, you're no Khund, but you do better than Green Arrow."

Hiro's brow wrinkled. The thought of Oliver Queen's penis was about the only thing that could break the spell Power Girl's cleavage had over him. "How do you know what Green Arrow's junk looks like?"

"Honey, who doesn't? Stay focused. Now, if we're going to work together, you're going to have to get all this breast fixation out of your system. I mean, hell, imagine if I brought Wonder Woman over and you acted like we were practicing a hypnotist act. No, we're gonna need to get you comfortable with huge, magnificent breasts like mine. So, stroke it."

That statement was maybe the only other thing that could break the spell. "マジで!"

"Don't play dumb with me," Karen said, her voice coming harsher now. Not intentional, but she could tell Hiro liked it. "You've got your dick out, you've got me standing here, you know where to go from here. I'm telling you you can jerk off. It's not quantum physics. Wait, do you know quantum physics?"

Hiro nodded dumbly.

"Okay then, now you've got no excuse. Play with your cock. Rub one out for me."

Hiro blushed just about as much as was physically possible, but the look in her eyes was truly irresistible. Karen barely needed super-senses to hear his blood racing, see the muscles tensing in his body, the veins along his skin growing sharp. After a brief, nervous silence of being at war with himself, pondering if this was some test or trap, Hiro gave in. His hand went to his cock. He fisted it, cheeks flushed, breath rasping excitedly. And his fist ran all the way up and all the way down his stiff, stiff meat. His eyes boring into her as he did it, drinking in all of her, but most especially her eyes.

Rao, he looked at her like he wanted to see her soul.

And Karen didn't mind. Wasn't like she hadn't seen her share of flashers and perverts jerking it while she flew by, but this was different. More intimate. Her telling him what to do, showing him what she wanted to show. She thought of all the men who'd beat their meat to her—all the fucking superheroes who stared at her, even Dick fucking Grayson, who you'd think would've had his fill from sleeping his way through half the Birds of Prey. They all wanted her.

Well, she was letting this nerd have her, just a little of her, because he was just a little more polite, a little funnier, even a little charming. And that thought sent satisfaction sizzling through her powerful body.

She brushed the charred fabric from her cleavage, now holding the enormous orbs in either hand, creamy flesh overflowing from her fingers. She squeezed them, played with them, made herself an even more enticing sight for Hiro. And her voice lowered, thickened. It rattled with hunger when she spoke. "Play with yourself, Hiro. Show that cock who's boss. Let me see you whip it. Faster. Go faster." Karen pouted, watching his hand fly over his erection. "Why don't you go faster?"

Hiro pumped the shaft of his hard prick, but it wasn't enough for Karen. She didn't know if the Flash could go fast enough for her taste.

"Maybe a change of scenery would help?" Karen turned around, brushing her cape out of the way to reveal her full ass. It was as toned as the rest of her, a scrumptious apple only half-covered by the leotard that faded into her ass a short ways down. Now she pulled up hard on her costume, making it practically disappear between her well-rounded cheeks. "I'm sick of people talking about my great tits. I want them to know I have a nice, round ass. Look at my ass, Hiro. Any black guy on the planet would kill for this ass. Steal for this ass. Vote Republican for this ass. You wanna feel my ass, Hiro? I'm not letting you. Not yet. But you can jerk off to it. You can even watch me bend over—stare at my fine ass right up in the air—and pump that big, hard cock..."

Karen's words washed over Hiro, only half-heard but obeyed on a subconscious, primordial level. His gaze was locked on her lifted, naked buttocks—only momentarily diverted by the occasional glimpse her shifting body gave him of her exposed labia. His hand flew over his hard shaft without Hiro ever really realizing what he was doing. His legs were trembling. His chest shook. His member throbbed eagerly into his moving hand.

"Should I take off my panties?" Karen asked, going so far as to tap her chin in mock-thought. "Would that help you jerk off, Hiro? Would you come for me if only I took off my little pink panties?"

On some level, Hiro realized that she was asking him a question. He responded not just to her, but to the entire situation. "Yes. Yes. God yes..."

Karen didn't even bother to remove her costume first. She grabbed hold of the panties gloving her ass crack and blonde muff, and then just ripped them away. Hiro's eyes widened. "God, Karen—" he babbled, his hand running wild on his reddening prick, "Oh! Oh!"

Karen looked over her shoulder, swaying her hips, gyrating her ass, putting on a show for him he wouldn't soon forget. She imagined doing this at the next JLA meeting. Dressed up in her costume, and she knew how good it made her look, and shaking her ass in front of all the men, all the women, making them hot for her, drool over her, stroke themselves for her just like little Hiro was.

She licked her lips, staring at Hiro's blurring hand. "You like this, huh? You like my ass?"

"Yes! Yes! It's wonderful, Karen, it's wonderful!"

"Go faster, Hiro, you're slowing down."

"ごめんね, sorry, sorry!" Hiro puffed, pumping on his cock like his life depended on it. He was wheezing now, his breath shooting out of him as hard and fast as steam from a ruptured pipe.

Karen turned around fully, walking toward him in her slowest, most sultry walk. Hips swinging from side to side, breasts jostling with each rhythmic motion, even her hair and cape stirring behind her. He could see the beads of sweat that shimmered on her abundant teats, the strip of white fabric drawn up tight inside the folds of her labia—her entire body, exposed, almost whorish.

"I like it when you go fast," she said in a kittenishly seductive voice, licking her pink lips with a red tongue. "It looks so good. So fucking good."

She looked at him as he jacked his prick so hard that it made his testicles swing like wrecking balls. If she looked any harder, she'd be using her heat vision.

"Fun, too. It looks like fun..."

Taking flight, Karen spread her legs in front of Hiro. Her blonde pussy was wet and hot, her clit stingingly erect. She nearly got off just from the pressure of her outfit's crotch against her flesh, but she pulled that strip out of the way and reached down to twiddle her clit herself. The cool blue leather of her gloves was like throwing ice into boiling water. She watched Hiro frantically pound his cock and imagined Atlee doing it, driving a hunk of smoothly phallic rock inside herself just as desperately as Hiro was working his.

"Jerk your prick for me, you dirty son of a bitch. Make yourself come for me! Jerk that fucking cock until it explodes!"

Hiro hunched over, like he was an iron filing drawn to the magnetism of his rapid-fire stroking. His sweet young face contorted with pleasure, his back arched, his cock pounded hard, his hand pounded harder.

Never one for subtlety, Karen had already taken two fingers inside herself. They started fast. Then they went faster.

She arched her hips upward, floating back to thrust her pussy into her diddling fingers. Hiro watched in disbelief as her own hand now became a twirling shadow on her sweet pussy. She floated lower, lower, settling down to the hard cement floor. Her masturbation felt too good to be distracted with staying aloft.