[Memory Alteration, Reality Warp]

"Oh dear, oh dear. I do hope they come by soon. I wouldn't want them to miss out on such tender time with Hubby! He asked to see them, I hope they do listen!"

Karen Starr was pacing back and forth, the click of her dainty heels echoing through the foyer as she rubbed her hands against her wide hips. All while worrying her little dainty butt off.

Her Hubby, a man she had not met yet a man she loved with every single inch of her heart, had sent her a message. And she hoped that he had sent one to his other darlings as well, even if she believed herself to be the most darlingest of them all. Because he asked them to meet up, so that he could spoil them rotten with every little inch of love that he had for them.

Of course, all of this love was manufactured. A shift in the true reality, one that Karen couldn't truly perceive. After all, she was Power Princess. The gift that she had received made sure of that.

She had once been Power Girl. Another Kryptonian that had come to Earth, doing heroics in her own way. But once she had received a gift from her Hubby, her whole life was mixed and messed up. Leaving her completely ignorant of the life that she once had. And in its place was this.

The life of a dainty Kryptonian Princess, whose pearly white dress did nothing to hide away any of her most impressive assets. Whether it was the Royal Rump that her Hubby loved to fondle every time she sat down on his lap, or her Unbelievable Udders, bigger than her head and barely able to keep pinned by the dress. And when they were revealed, the diamonds that were slotted into her nipples only served to emphasize her natural erotic beauty, but her wealth as well.

As far as she understood, this was what she had always been. Nothing more than one of Hubby's very dearest darlings. He had plenty, but she was the most dearest. Clearly, like, she was the daintiest ditz of them all, so she had to be the dearest and darlingest!

Power Princess huffed a little as she crossed her arms, only to let out a delighted giggle as soon as she heard somebody knocking on the door. If she was right, then her guests were here. Finally, took them long enough!

She pulled up her crotch-parted skirt, which didn't do anything to make it easier to walk yet it was how her Hubby liked it so she did it subconsciously even when he wasn't there, and carefully walked towards the massive doors leading into the foyer. Taking such agonizingly long that whoever was waiting on her outside would no doubt be fed up by the time she opened them...

"Welcome, welcome! You're- Oh! You belong to Hubby too? How fun, how fun!"

There were two familiar faces on the other side of those big doors. Two familiar faces that were just as obsessed with her Hubby, no doubt! Otherwise, they wouldn't be showing off their hot bodies in the same way that she was!

It's just that the two looked radically different... No, no, that was wrong. They looked just like she expected them to. Silly Princess, not thinking twice to ensure her thoughts were the right thoughts, and not bad thoughts that went against what Hubby wanted from her!

"Please. He's mine. You know this, Karen. Don't even kid yourself."

The girl on the left was wearing what could best be described as a goth girl's getup. Just heavily eroticized, which matched her bat-pierced nipples perfectly. Nipples that were currently poking out of the holes in her netted top, which complimented the partly torn black and white stockings and her knee-high leather boots...

The bat-themed tattoo right above her thong-covered cunt said 'BadBitch'. What a dangerous slut that her Hubby had tamed, turning her from somebody as rough, pale and rowdy as a wandering Bitch into one of his darlings. Though she obviously didn't care at all for the other two. It was hard to even tell that she cared in general, that pale face of hers barely showed any real emotion!

'Bat' served as the key to her original identity. She was Barbara Gordon, Batgirl. Not hard to imagine that during her detective work, she ended up falling prey to the same sort of trick that Karen had. Not that Karen even came close to thinking of BatBitch's original self. All she saw in front of her was a rival for her dearest darling's affections, and just because she had big fat pale tits with deep dark black nipples that looked so juicy and suckable didn't mean that she was going to win!

"Oh dear. Barb, you know Karen's just as dear to our darling's affections. Maybe you should try getting a bun in the oven too, maybe that'll pull that stick out of that rump of yours!"

The woman on the right, brimming with maternity given her huge beehive of a hairdo and her lack of anything on her body except a W-branded collar, an apron that did very little to contain her modesty, and a pair of dainty red heels, was even more detached from her original self than the other two. Especially given the very obvious and very late pregnancy that was currently pushing against that very same apron.

While she tried to sound like the voice of reason, the fact of the matter was that she wanted to be the one at the top just as much as the others wanted to. It was why she was currently trying to bring emphasis to the bun in her oven. She saw herself as the best partner that their Hubby had, all because he had already gone ahead and inseminated her so potently. The subtle way her belly kicked only serving to emphasize that belief, showing the life within already getting close to the fateful day.

Her black hair and bright smile, plus her powerful personality still showing itself through the way she wanted to claim her hubby, made it clear that she was meant to be Wonder Woman. That, and the W-branded collar she wore. Though she hardly looked like the Amazonian she was meant to be, that personality was still just as powerful as one would imagine...

Just domesticated and forced into a completely different role, one so unbefitting of a woman like her. Yet one she loved so much, one that drew envy from the other two as well...

"Now now, now now! We shouldn't fight, even if I'm supposed to be Hubby's bestest and hunniest of hunnies! He asked us to come here because we were that precious to him. Isn't that right?" Power Princess tried to take control of the situation, all while giggling as she stepped towards the living room with the two other wives in tow. "Besides, did you two receive a crown from him? I don't think so!"

BatBitch rolled her eyes as she followed after the obnoxiously bright ditz that kept on claiming Hubby as hers. Idiots like her who didn't know the pecking order really got on her nerves. Not that she was going to care that much. She was just going to prove to the two of them that she was right. That's all. "You didn't get any piercings from him, especially none as nice as mine." She shot back, actually cracking a grin as she flicked her pierced nipples. Not moaning despite the arousal, because only his hands were enough to make her get that excited.

Wonder Wife giggled as the two younger wives kept on fighting like that. It made them positively adorable. But the truth was still resting in her womb. That insemination had proven everything. That seed he had sown in her was on the verge of being ripe after all that cultivating she had done. "Oh, you two. He bought me an apron to congratulate me for carrying his heir, and you two think a few gifts mean you're just as precious. Adorable, adorable." She chimed, right as she took a seat on one of the couches within the living room.

None of the three ladies really paid attention to their surroundings. All because of the tensions that were building between them. Leading each of them to glare in each their own way. Had Hubby really wanted them to end up like this? It was hard to tell...

Power Princess huffed as she put her crown down on the table in between them. "Okay then, how about we prove it? I can, like, tell you all about how Hubby got me this crown and how he's the bestest. And then you'll understand!" She was going to-

"He sent these to me first. She got hers second. So I go first, and you close us off. Not that your crown's worth anything." BatBitch interrupted, still fondling her nipples a little. Once she had started fondling, she unfortunately couldn't stop. Not that she minded. The only problem was that it wasn't his hands that were fondling her breasts.

Wonder Wife smiled as well, leaving Power Princess to simply huff like the spoilt and bratty princess that she was. She wasn't going to get her chance to start.

No, it was up to Barb the BatBitch to start recanting the tale of how she fell for Hubby, and how he had been the only one for her cold gothic heart...

Recanting even the time before she became his wife, as if it was just another chapter in the dull experience she called a life...

---

"Strange, there's no sign of Ivy or Harley anywhere. Not just them either. Most women in Gotham have gone completely docile..."

Batgirl muttered to herself as she went through a lot of the data that had been gathered on Gotham's many criminals. The fact things were going this way was worrying her. So she had to make sure nothing was wrong.

It's not that she preferred that they were out and about and causing chaos. Hardly. But their absence was just as curious. So the faster she could pinpoint a source for the problem, the better. Unfortunately, since Ivy and Harley had only just broken out of Arkham last week...

...

The red headed heroine quickly tapped away at the keys as she checked the recordings leading up to their escape, studying their movements carefully.

For a good reason, since the two were.... Skipping along like dainty schoolgirls, hands locked together as they each held a letter in their free hands. Completely oblivious to everything else around them, even as they were causing untold amounts of chaos by skipping off like that. Ruining the asylum and ruining the people around them in the process...

"That letter... What's in i-"

As Batgirl tried to understand, a tone rang through her ears. And as it faded away, she looked down at her hand instinctively. Where she found something that looked eerily familiar...

It was one of Hubby's letters. Wait... Hubby? She didn't know anybody by that nickname. And that letter was the same kind of letter that Harley and Ivy were holding. So why was she...

Against her better judgment, Batgirl opened the envelope the letter was inside. She didn't feel nervous as she did so, which was no doubt a cause for concern. But instead...

She simply read the letter. Or rather, she stared at the empty paper that she had pulled out of the envelope. There was literally nothing printed on the paper. Just a folded sheet, with two piercings attached to the bottom.

It seemed like a trick. Did the sender take her for a fool? She wasn't sure.

What she was sure of, however, was that those piercings were for her. And since they had went to the trouble of sending them to her, she should be trying them out. No use in not doing so, because she'd be letting down the sender if she did.

"If that's what you want, Hubby." Those words slipping from her lips felt so wrong. Yet they also felt so right. As if she had read between the lines on the paper. The invisible lines that carried not a single letter...

Perhaps that was why her eyes were turning into black spirals, all while she carelessly pinched the piercings up against her currently-erect nipples. Not at all caring about the fact that they went against her image. Not caring about much of anything at that.

Nor did she care about how they were quickly working their magic on her. Making her tremble all over as her beautiful red locks rapidly turned a deep shade of black, the same deep shade of the Big Bat Bastard's cape.

Her long and delicate hair shrunk ever slightly, as it was folded to one side. Leaving one eye covered up by her long sheet of hair, and the other mostly bare. Complimenting the dull look in her darkened eye, which further complimented the 'BATBITCH' that was printed loud and proud on that mostly bare half of her gothic head...

Most of her body was bare in that sense. Not bare of hair, more so bare of clothing. The rest of her suit had quickly transformed in response to the persona forced upon her by the piercings she pushed into her nipples, leaving her with a netted top that did absolutely nothing to hide her pierced tits, and a complete lack of torn shorts because a thong was more than enough for a BatBitch like her.

Her name was even printed right over that puffy pussy of hers. The fabric of her underwear really digging into those lower lips, all while she rubbed her naked thighs. The most naked part of her, given the goth boots she wore from her knees down, and the torn socks that were trying to cling to that very same area...

"Fuck, Hubby, gimme a break. Quit just sending me stupid letters and fuck me already." BatBitch muttered, completely subsumed in her new life and her new identity. Not that a bitch like her really saw it as anything new. It was just another Tuesday if anything.

'twas why she was currently flicking her thong-covered bean as she pushed herself into her seat. Fuck, she just wanted to spend a lil' while with her Hubby so he could screw her brains out. Was that so much to ask? Hell, the next time she saw him, she was definitely just going to force him down on the floor and wring that dick dry as she could.

Yeah... Yeah..! Fuck him hard until he gave her all the cum he had. That way he'd stop telling her about the other wives he had. The other wives that were nowhere near as good as she was. Fuck, she was a Big Titty Goth Bitch, why the fuck was trying to get with anybody else!?

It was that frustration that forced BatBitch to cry out in pure delight, forced all the way over the edge as she slumped into the chair. Fuck, it was almost as good as getting a proper fuck from him...

And if she followed his instructions and showed up at that damn Princess' place, maybe he'd give her what she wanted after all...

---

"You'd think a Monkey like him would know when to quit. Still, can't believe Raven and Starfire didn't show up."

Wonder Woman, or Diana Prince as the common man knew her, had come home after stopping yet another villainous scheme. In this case, it was one of Gorilla Grodd's harebrained attempts to make primates superior to humans. Same schtick as always, losing a whole lot of creativity.

And it was because it was so predictable that the Amazon had managed to spare some time to wonder where two of her fellow heroines had gone. Instead of showing up to help her clean up Grodd's mess, the gothic Raven and the peppy Starfire just... Weren't there. And as much as she tried to get in contact with them, no dice there either.

Strange, sure, but they could probably just be getting a little cozy together. She had seen the way they looked at one another. Wouldn't be surprised if they were a thing. Maybe she could show them a few amazonian tricks, see if they couldn't pick up on what she was putting down...

"Hm? What's this? A letter?"

Diana took a look at the plain envelope that had ended up in her home. Strange was the obvious word she'd use to describe this, because as she looked at it...

It kind of smelled like those two? But why would they be sending her a letter? Not only that, but...

The amazonian blinked a few times, only to notice a box that had been sent together with the letter. A package that no doubt had something valuable inside. But what exactly could it be?

She shrugged her shoulders and ripped the envelope apart, quickly reading the blank paper that was inside. Nodding along as she did so, unaware of the power that was kept nice and tightly sealed within...

"Oh, they're getting together with Hubby, is it? Why, isn't that just sweet? And they sent me a gift to make sure he'll be the right one for me too?"

Even though there was nothing printed on the paper, Diana was acting like it was telling a tender and intimate story. About Raven and Starfire giving up their lives as heroes, for the sake of being one man's dearest wives. And since the wedding was just next week, they wanted to have one of the greatest heroes there to watch them. One of their dearest Hubby's soon-to-be-wives watching them do the deed....

Goodness, they were probably planning on doing something awfully naughty at the altar, weren't they? Having him mount them and smother them in his love... My my, what a time that was going to be. Not that she had a problem with the kind of love they were no doubt going to shower him in...

Even if there was this tiny voice in the back of her head, trying to tell her that she wasn't meant to treat this reveal with such kind courtesy. It was so wrong, according to that quiet voice.

But how could it be wrong? Hubby knew exactly what women like they needed. And her too, if he had been the one to pick out the delightful gift within that box.

Wonder Woman giggled as she kneeled down and ripped the package open as well. And wouldn't you know it? There was a lovely looking apron inside. One that seemed just big enough for her. Even though she would normally not be caught dead wearing an apron, given her status as an amazonian and an independent woman.

And yet, she put it on just like that. Giggling as she tightened it around her body, watching it slowly glow as it felt even more intimate than she ever could've believed.

That intimacy came at a price. And it wasn't just by making most of her clothes disappear, leaving her with nothing but the collar that she had chosen to wear at her wedding, or the red heels that made sure that her Hubby could always hear her, what with the way they clicked against the floor as she wandered around the house.

No, it came at the price of just barely being able to handle her monstrous maternal mounds. Those mad milkers were leaking into the top of the apron, and they felt so gosh darn full too. Goodness, she would have to give it one tender wash once she was done wearing it. If she ever was, what with how much he loved to watch her wear it...

She knew that he loved it. Why else would he have helped fill her with so many heirs? Goodness, just wearing her apron was making her crotch gush with glee as she remembered the way that he had plunged in and taken what he wanted. The way he had stuffed his cock straight into her hole and just...

Fired and fired and fired off into that wonderful hole of hers, until she was completely filled to the brim. Nurturing so much life in that womb of hers. Just as she had done since the moment she fell in such deep and intimate love with Hubby...

"Dear, oh dear... My sweet Hubby's going to be so happy once they're all born. Even if he really should be sharing that love with all the others so they can stop being so jealous..." Wonder Wife muttered to herself, all while rubbing that bloated belly of hers...

But she knew that her pity was just that. Pity. They couldn't be her. They couldn't be as pregnant as she was, as happy as she was, and most importantly, as pretty as she was. They would be hard pressed to mimick the kind of beehive that her hair had curled into...

And once she showed up for the party that she had been invited to, where she'd actually get to meet those wives, maybe they'd understand...

---

"Wonder why Kara's been all chipper lately. She's always been chipper, but it's been on a whole different level now."

Karen Starr, alias Power Girl, said to herself as she shuffled through the mail that she had received. Seeing her fellow Kryptonian being a bit more... Ditzy? Yeah, ditzy properly described the kind of energy that Kara currently had. It was causing her more than a little worry. After all, who wouldn't be worried to see their friend suddenly turn into a completely different person?

It wasn't just that which worried her. It was also the fact that there was this voice in the back of her head that was getting all huffy. Like she was jealous or something? Okay, the two of them were really similar, she had to acknowledge that. But just because they were both some of the last Kryptonians didn't mean that she had to be jealous of what Kara got up to. That just wasn't her.

Just as she was beginning to think critically about why she was having this voice in the back of her head, the doorbell rang. Great, and here she thought she was through most of the junk that she had gotten.

"Coming, comin... Huh? What, am I getting pranked?"

As soon as she opened the door, nobody was standing outside. Leaving her just standing there with a box on her doorstep. A box and an envelope that seemed addressed to her. It was either a prank, because that box could be full of glitter or something...

Or it was just some new mailman that thought she was a menace. Not impossible to imagine, still plenty of people that weren't used to Superheroes. Much less aliens and all the rest. Ah well, maybe she could get ahold of the guy and treat him real nice. That'd get him to loosen up.

Even if it was probably just going to be him staring at her tits until he got too distracted to do something stupid...

The moment she picked up the envelope, it was like something just clicked inside her. And she huffed as she looked down at the box. Hmph! Hubby didn't care enough about her to send her a proper gift, that's why it was just a normal box. He should know better, who did he think she was?!

All it took for Power Girl to change her tune was one quick look at the letter within the envelope, and her heart smashed against her chest so many times that it almost composed an entire drum solo. All while she completely forgot the mess of emotions that she was about to unleash upon the one she loved.

"Oh, Hubby! You got your pretty princess something she would love! Oh, I love you tooooo!" She cried out with nobody there, smooching the paper over and over as pure delight and happiness was bleeding from her heart.

She quickly grabbed the gift box after that, not even bothering to rip off the wrapping before tearing the box apart, skipping that step entirely as she caught the gift within. She was a brat at heart, she wasn't about to take so long to get to her gift.

Because that gift was well worth it. It was an absolutely perfect, absolutely precious Princess Crown. Short and stubby, yet it was covered in so many diamonds. That's how she knew that her Hubby loved her. He went through all the trouble of picking out everything she could ever want??

How could she possibly hate him!? Ah, her Hubby was the best. Spoiling his dearest Power Princess, making her the dearest and darlingest to him. There was no doubt! That Super Princess was nothing compared to her, even if they both belonged to Hubby!

Power Princess giggled as she put the Princess crown right down on her head, letting out a tender moan as it worked its powers on her body. Just as the other gifts that Hubby sent out usually did to everyone else...

Gone was the exposing yet modest leotard that she was known for, replaced with what could best be described as an incredibly unflattering and perhaps even slutty Princess dress. One where absolutely nothing covered her groin, and her thighs were practically completely exposed. Just as her tits were, only a diamond brooch nestled on her chest giving her any sort of class.

Class that was completely contrasted with the diamonds that were plugged into her nipples, making her look like an exotic and expensive slut more than a Princess.

But that's what her Hubby wanted from her. He wanted her to look expensive! He wanted her to look this wonderful! Ahhh, how she loved the way he saw her. Sure, it made her look absolutely ridiculous...

If you were lame and stupid, that's what you thought! Even the other wives that were nowhere near as dear or darlingest to her Hubby as she was would probably think that way. But no! She was perfect in every way.

Her long blonde locks that went all the way down to her bubbly butt, nay, her Royal Rump. Her head-sized Beautiful Bust, and every little other part of her excessively erotic body. All of it was what her Hubby craved. In every little sense of the word. She knew that from what he had sent her, and what she had read between the lines.

Just as she had read between the lines of the invite that he had sent her. He wanted her to meet up with the other wives. Hah! She knew why she was wanted.

Because she had to prove to Hubby that she was the very best. And since those losers were nothing compared to her, it was going to be a cinch!

And once he knew she was the best, it was time for the proud Hubby to Pound Power Princess, ehehe!

---

"You get it now? Hubby's mine! He loves me the most!"

"Dream on, Princess. He's a bad enough Bastard for me and me alone, so leave it to BatBitch!"

"Now now, dears. I told you already, he put a baby in Wonder Wife's oven, so I'm clearly the one he wants most of all."

Unfortunately for Power Princess, all this recanting of the ways that the three of them had been twisted and turned into Hubby's nearest and dearest had done the exact opposite of what she expected it to.

Instead of getting along and acknowledging that one of them was the best, the three of them were now at each others' throats. Not at all thinking that there was something wrong with the way they talked about their original lives. No, they were just concerned with the fact that Hubby was loving somebody else more than them. Which sent them into a rage, because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...

"Darlings. Dearests. You all know better. Don't you?"

A sharp moan wormed its way out of the lips of the three ladies, as they suddenly felt something sliding into them. Something thick and strong. It could only be one thing...

"Hubby!" "Bastard Hubby!" "Ahhh, Hubbyyyyy!"

There he was. But there were more of him. And he just simply didn't resemble anything. He was just a vague shadow, with each of them currently occupying one of the Hubbies' laps as each was filled with the Hubby's manhood...

Not that they could see anything wrong with their Hubby literally being nothing. If anything, that just meant that there was nothing about this that they had to worry about. Because there was so much of Hubby to share.

It was why all three of the former Heroes just devolved into pure pleasure-driven moans, completely overwhelmed by the way that he idly filled them. Completely captivated, bouncing up and down all on their own.

He didn't need to do anything. They truly did know better. And the way that he had forced himself into their lives, making them read into his invisible lines and see their new lives as his wives...

At this point, nothing remained of the former Heroes. Nor the people they were trying to investigate. Those wives were happy as well. Whether it was the criminal Harvey and Ivy. The Titans Raven and Starfire. Or the other Kryptonian Kara.

All that remained were the ones currently bouncing on his laps. The slutty and bitchy BatBitch, her pale form glistening with sweat as she let him fill her. The wonderful Wonder Wife, who would no doubt be ready to pop once this was all over. And the bratty and prissy Power Princess, who was happy to make a whole new Kingdom with him once she was just as full as Wonder Wife over there...

Each of them had fallen for Hubby. And as long as Hubby loved them, they would keep loving him back...

Erasing more and more of what made them who they were, becoming nothing more than an archetype in his collection of wives...