The hangover

The transformed Supergirl trampled her way throughout Southern Europe unimpeded, and by the time the Justice League arrived to face the creature, the ferocious golden-furred kryptodrake was in the middle of levelling downtown Naples. But as the League quickly found out, not even their combined might was a match for something far more potent than a Kryptonian like Superman or Power Girl.

Wonder Woman, Green Lantern and Aquaman were quickly overwhelmed, with the dragon-like beast breaking through Hal Jordan's energy barriers as if they were made of paper tissue, and pummeling down both the Amazon and the king of the ocean with ease. Flash was a crimson blur that ran up and down the city, saving as many civilians as he could, while Batman and Cyborg took to the task of finding out the identity of whatever they were fighting.

"Phew! Downtown is clear, Bats." Flash showed up with a static blur of motion, visibly exhausted by the ordeal of rescuing all of Naples’ population and relocating them to the 'safety' of a command outpost in the forests north of the city.

"Good," Batman whispered. Seeing Cyborg and Wonder Woman float down to the two men.

"Great Hera... That beast... Its strength is infinite!" Wonder Woman landed beside them, visibly battered from her ordeal. She was missing her right boot, and her right arm bled profusely from a wound that seemed to have been inflicted with a giant sword. Green Lantern was right behind her, carrying an **** Aquaman in an energy projection in the shape of a bed.

"Did she escape?" Batman asked grimly.

"Yes. It flew east into the Pacific Ocean. We tried to stop it, but there's no way of... What do you mean by " she"?

"Diana." Batman stared at Wonder Woman's sheathed sword.

"Yes?"

"Your sword.... did you manage to cut her?" The Amazon unsheathed her sword and extended it to the caped crusader. The sword's blade was covered in a layer of dark, congealing blood. A few drops fell to the ground from the tip. "Interesting... According to Bialyan and Chinese military intelligence officers, the creatures are impervious to all known weapons. And yet, your sword managed to..."

"It's magical. Forged by Hephaestus himself." Diana said proudly, her weapon in hand.

"I need to run some tests.” Moving to remove a kit from his utility belt, the Dark Knight took a swab of the blood on Diana’s sword. “At the very least, I’ll be able to learn more from our unknown attacker once I take this sample to my Batcave… And find our missing friends."

“Missing? Who’s missing?” Asked the Flash.

“Who indeed…”

He considered the possibility that the three Kryptonians were the creatures themselves, but that didn't explain the presence of a fourth. There were no more Kryptonians on Earth, not since Dru’Zod and Faora-Ui were still locked in the Phantom Zone and Superboy was still off-world with the Teen Titans. Regardless, Superman and his immediate family are gone without a word, and during that time, a pack of indestructible monsters start rampaging across the earth. He didn’t like coincidences, but he didn’t have enough to point fingers yet either… Yet.

Pocketing the swab back into his medical kit and back onto his utility belt, Batman clicked a button on his glove, signalling for his Batwing to arrive overhead and drop down a cable for him to latch onto.

“I’ll return to Gotham to find out more about our unwelcome guests. Diana and Arthur should be tended to for their injuries. As for everyone else, see what you can do about damage control.”

Pulled up rapidly towards the cockpit of the Batwing, the sleek, black vessel flew off at supersonic speed, leaving the rest of the league to get themselves patched up. At the same time, Flash and Green Lantern looked out over the devastation of the city and shrugged.

“Sigh… Right.” Sighed Green Lantern as he conjured an entire cleanup and construction crew with equipment with his ring. “The glamorous assignment.”

***

Back at the entrance to the Fortress of Solitude, Superman, Power Girl, and Faora sat and waited. Keeping themselves far enough from the sunlight to avoid exposure, they didn’t want to change like they had seen Superman do when she flew out. It had finally dawned on them what had transpired. The radiation from the phantom kryptonite had changed them. If they went out into direct sunlight, they’d turn into giant monsters, lacking reason or self-control.

“So… Those things the rest of the League have been fighting against for the last couple of days; that was us! We were the ones who attacked most of Asia and came back here. Why?” Pondered Superman out loud, his back against the wall of the cave.

“Yeah, we came back here.” Whispered Karen, watching Faora glare at her back at the blonde woman, then smirked. Watching the dark-haired woman wrap an arm around the man of steel, her eyes narrowed. The memories were coming back bit by bit, some more clearly than others. But what parts she did made her shiver. “We… We finished eating after we explored the city, and you led us back to the forest to get something to eat...”

Like a blurry image in her head, it was hard to recollect what they did after changing, but she slowly put the pieces together.

“We came to the mine… To nest, to mate… But after being down there for so long, deprived of sunlight, we changed back…”

Getting up from her spot on the cave floor and storming up towards the pair, Power Girl pointed an accusing finger at her cousin.

“YOU, this was all YOUR idea!”

Getting up to his own feet and ignoring Faora’s moan of disapproval, Superman raised his hands in mock defence. “Karen…”

“What? You thought since you had her wrapped around your little finger, you could go all alpha male and claim us, too?” Accused Power Girl, pointing a finger towards the black-haired woman on her knees, wrapped around Clark’s leg.

“ME? She’s the one who tried to expose us all with the kryptonite. Everything we did afterwards can’t be any of our fault when the blame lies solely on HER!” Barked the Man of Steel, pointing an accusing finger down at Faora-Ui. “Besides. On some… Strange level, we didn’t do anything we wouldn’t have done. No one was killed; we didn’t try to hurt anyone. Deep down, I think we were still ourselves…”

“NOW YOU’RE CALLING ME A SLUT?!” Stepping forward until her breasts mashed against Superman’s hairy chest, Karen angrily glared into Clark’s eyes, her face so close that their noses were almost touching. Breathing hard, the two stared at each other, panting hard until, with a pause, they closed the gap and began to kiss. Wrapping her arms around him, she moaned into his mouth and pressed her entire body against his.

With a grunt into her mouth, Clark pressed her against the stone wall of the cave, their kissing becoming more ionate as they panted for air between bouts of kissing and feeling up their expanded figures and muscles. Almost a few seconds into it, their eyes went wide, and they separated from each other fast enough to cause a wake of air. Recomposing themselves and brushing down their clothes as they calmed their breathing.

“We need to find Supergirl!”

“Yeah.” Karen breathed slowly, calming herself. “Hopefully after dark!”

***

The Batcave was near pitch black in darkness, silent save the chirps of hundreds of bats overhead that hung sleeping or flew from one patch of stalactites to the next to find a better perch.

Down below, a laboratory worth millions whirled and beeped away as Batman took a swab from the blade he had taken and placed it in a genetic scanner. Looking up at the large computer screen, the Dark Knight narrowed his eyes when the computer informed him that the scan would be completed in a few hours. Counting down the seconds as it went over the genome of the blood sample he had collected.

All he had to do was wait.

***

“I hate waiting like this…” Frowned Karen, leaning against her seat as she looked up at the ceiling of the fortress viewing room while news feeds blared behind her. “I feel useless.”

After several hours of waiting, the sun had finally set, and the landscape in front of the fortress entrance became dark with nightfall. Heading over to the computer console, Superman frowned when he noticed several missed calls from the League, especially from Diana and Bruce.

“They’re probably wondering where we were when Supergirl flew off. I hope she didn’t hurt anyone.”

The answer to his worry came in the form of a crash from the entrance of the Fortress, followed by snarls and growls from something massive that had clawed its way inside. Making their way to the main amphitheatre of the fortress, Clark and Karen gasped at the sight of the blond furred dragon that was Supergirl stumbling awkwardly into the crowded space. Like a wounded animal, she snarled back at the two, her red glowing eyes snapping to attention anything that moved as she curled herself up and pressed against the far wall.

Raising his hands to calm Kara, Clark approached the dragoness slowly. “Kara… It’s me. Clark. Do you understand me?”

The dragoness calmed somewhat, but not because of Clark’s gesture. Her eyes grew heavy, her movements lethargic, until she slumped to the ground and fell asleep. To everyone’s astonishment, the dragoness began to transform, taking up less space as she reverted to her human form. Her tail disappeared behind her, her wings melted back into her spine, and steam seemed to come off her bare skin until she had fully transformed back to her usual self.

Stark naked and sound asleep, the woman in question was much larger than the teenager they knew. Her body was firm, as if she had worked out her entire life, yet she had soft curves and long, flowing blonde hair that made her look like a swimsuit model. If it were not for that, she would have looked like an exact double of Power Girl.

Checking the sleeping woman over, Karen found a gash on her shoulder, one that looked serious yet seemed to be healing rapidly. Supergirl swooned and frowned as she was set back down on the floor after finding she was relatively okay, but it still left Clark with deep concern.

“Oh, Kara, what did you get yourself into?”

***

Far away from the Fortress of Solitude, Wonder Woman was in a battle with Cheetah on the streets of New York City at a late hour of the night, coming close to dawn. The feline villain had just broken into the American Museum of Natural History to steal a statuette of the goddess Bast, one of many in a larger collection. Cheetah had just gotten out of the museum with her prize when Wonder Woman surprised her, and the two quickly came to blows.

"My, aren't you a persistent one, Diana." Cheetah snarled, then slashed at the Amazon with her claws, who quickly deflected the blow using her right bracelet. “Have I been your favourite tonight? Aside from fighting dragons?”

"You’ve been stealing artifacts across the city, Cheetah. I know it's part of a collection you’ve had your eye on for a week.” Wonder Woman landed another punch straight into Cheetah's well-toned belly, sending her flying into a grove of trees. “You plan on summoning the Egyptian cat goddess for nefarious ends.”

“If by nefarious you mean seeing you broken at my feet, then yes!” Spinning into a kick that **** Diana to raise her arms to defend herself, Wonder Woman was left surprised when Cheetah used her moment of defence as a means to leap up and crawl her way up the rooftops of a building and make an escape, running in the direction of the dawning sunlight in front of her.

But just as Diana was about to start running after her nemesis, she was overcome by a sudden nausea. She wondered if Cheetah had been using some chemical agent during their battle, and barely managed to take two other steps when a sharp pain in her midsection wracked her, and she fell on her knees, gasping for air.

"By the Gods... what's... happening...? Unggggh...!" Diana felt her leather corset grow tight on her, straining as her muscles swelled up to staggering proportions.

There was a series of metallic cracks as both her tiara and bracelets snapped apart and fell to the pavement, with Wonder Woman collapsing to all fours. Looking down at her hand, she spotted her fingernails thickening, darkening, and curling into claws as fur and scales spread down her arm and up over her shoulder. Her muscles bulged and grew as did the rest of her, expanding larger by the second. Bones could be heard crunching as her body changed: her hind legs shifted, her feet lengthened, a long saurian tail sprouted from behind her, and spikes jutted from her back and down her spine. She could barely think or focus on anything except the changes as she got to all fours, now the size of a transport truck and still growing larger.

By now, she was over 30 feet tall, her neck growing longer and horns sprouting from her skull where her tiara once sat. Her hair had grown full and wild as she cried out, her face stretching until she bore a lupine snout. By then, her new wings had erupted from her back, flapping so hard they nearly propelled her off the ground. With that, her howl ended with her snapping her jaws shut and growling as her eyes focused on the streets around her. Sniffing the air, the dragoness narrowed her eyes and took to the air.

***

Slowly stirring awake and opening her eyes, Supergirl moaned, rubbing her fingers through her long hair and picking herself up off the floor. “Wha… What… Where am I?”

“You’re back at the fortress of Solitude.” Answered Power Girl, kneeling with some spare clothes for the young woman to wear. “I guess when the sun was heading down the… Another version of you thought this was home.”

Getting up with a tint of pink on her cheeks, Kara looked up and blinked when she found herself eye to eye with Karen. Taking a short step back, she looked herself over. Her legs had gotten hairier, as had other areas like her naval, chest and arms. Her fingernails and toenails looked thick and curved like claws, and from what her tongue felt in her mouth, her teeth had become fanged. But what really got her attention were her longer legs, wider hips, and much LARGER breasts. “Oh, my RAO, I’m huge!”

“You look… Mature, almost like you grew up overnight, or in this case over the day.”

Giving herself a check over, Supergirl’s shocked expression turned to a small smile when she looked back at her doppelganger in front of her. Giving Power Girl a surprise, she pulled the woman close until they were pressed up against each other, their ample breasts mashed together, while Karen felt Kara bring her arms around to wrap them up her thighs and rear.

“Hmm, looks like I finally caught up with you.” Looking down at their combined cleavage, Supergirl looked up to leer into Power Girl’s eyes. “How long was I asleep for?”

Blushing herself, Karen’s hands roamed over to Kara’s backside, also feeling up the woman’s ass and lower back. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable in her tight one-piece suit. “Almost all night, it just became morning a few hours ago, and right now we are staying put!”

“Hmm, good.” Husked the naked woman, dropping the folded clothes she had in her hand. “That means we have time to compare…” Licking Karen’s chin and rubbing her cheek against hers, the two looked just about ready to kiss when they heard Superman call out from the main hall.

“Supergirl, Power Girl! Come here, you have to see this!”

Instantly sobering up, the two women separated and gasped, panting for breath and trying to calm their booming heartbeats. Putting on the spare clothes in a flash, Supergirl squirmed at the tightness of her uniform. Obviously, she HAD grown.

Meeting Superman in the main hall where the computer was housed, the two women found Clark looking up at a screen, his eyes occasionally darting back to Faora, who behaved herself… For now. To the three watching the screen, the news was covering another attack. But this time it was different.

“WE ARE REPORTING HERE AT TOWN’S SQUARE WHERE A GIANT… MONSTER IS RAMPAGING THROUGH THE STREETS.” A short clip showed a recording of a 30-foot-tall dragon, covered in black fur and burning red eyes, smashing and raging through the streets, upending cars, and scaring off anything that came too close. “THE JUSTICE LEAGUE ARE AT THEIR LIMIT AFTER THE ATTACKS OF THE DRAGON CREATURES FROM YESTERDAY. COULD THIS BE THE BEGINNING OF A MONSTER INVASION?”

Watching the screen, Supergirl found herself scratching her head, trying to something important, when she looked down at her arm and found her wounded shoulder. The injury was almost completely healed, leaving no scar. But it also jogged Kara’s memory of the day before. “Oh no!”

“What is it, Kara?”

“I think… I think that’s Wonder Woman!”

“What?!” Both Superman and Power Girl gasped.

“She… She fought me and… Cut my arm with her sword.” Wringing both her hands through her full blonde hair, the woman continued. “I think I bit her, did that turn her into… That?”

“We’ve got to do something. The League is exhausted, and she’s gone completely mindless. If something isn’t done now, she’ll do too much damage to rebuild; she’d never forgive herself.”

Thinking hard, Superman shook his head and turned towards the door. “We’ve got to stop her ourselves.”

“What? We can’t!” Cried Power Girl, following him. “One step out in the daylight and you’ll be doing the same as her.”

“If we got hit with a full dose, but what if we just got a sample, slowly ease into the change, maybe it won’t overwhelm us like the last time.” Standing in front of the battered doors of the fortress, Superman looked down to where the sunlight acted like an invisible barrier between the safety of the fortress and the dangers of the outside. “Besides, if things go rough, you three can overpower me; I’m not stronger than all three of you after all.”

“Maybe just the two of us, can’t say the same for the bitch in heat over here.” Gestured Power Girl to the frowning Faora’Ui standing behind the two blond Amazon women.

“You should be grateful I’m even being accommodating!”

Raising his hand, Superman made brief with the sun with two of his fingers. The instant he did, he gasped; a rush of power flowed into his body, bulking his muscles and swelling them. Black fur spread down his back, and his shirt burst to make room for his growing frame. Stepping back, he winced and shook his head, blinking his reptilian eyes to find he was still in control.

“So far… So… Good.”

Lurching forward, he did it again, swiping his fingers just at the edge of the doorframe to pick up the sunlight and surged with growth again. Hunching forward, his pants burst when his legs grew thicker, a tail bursting out from behind him, and his balls swelling to the size of grapefruits and larger. By now, he was twice his original height, and he kept his composure, waving to the others to show he was all right before taking another quick dose. It was like trying to fight with a vicious tiger, his control teetering on the edge of slipping and falling back into a feral beast.

When his neck lengthened, and wings grew from his back, Clark groaned, his meter-long erection throbbing between his legs when he took another surge. Images flashing in his struggling mind. He was in a cave, mounting a fat female that moaned and growled with each thrust of his cock. All around him, other kryptodrakes watched on like a pack of wolves or a pride of lions. Power Girl was on her side, with four cubs nipping at her tits, their tiny wings fluttering as they nursed. Faora leered at her mate, gnawing on the bones of an elephant while her claw rubbed over the dome of her furry belly. Supergirl was making out with another kryptodrake Superman didn’t recognize at first; its fiery red fur was unfamiliar. Same with the brunette making out with the black-furred drake nearby, or the platinum blonde drake giving birth in the corner, howling out in pleasure and pain. It wasn’t until the female he was mounting looked over her shoulder with her long neck and growled at him with a wry smile, her purple eyes smouldering with lust.

It was then that it hit him; these females were his friends! Hawk Girl, Lana Lang, Wonder Woman, Vixen, Big Barda, and the one he was mating with was Lois Lane. Every woman he had some attraction to was his lover, his mate, his pack.

With a roar, Superman came hard and sprayed hot cum against the wall near the fortress door, falling to all fours and panting with his tongue lolling out his fanged snout. Fluttering his feathered wings, the black Kryptodrake looked to the three women, recovering his strength.

"C-Clark...?" Power Girl clenched her fists, readying herself for anything.

"I'm... still... me..." The black Kryptodrake growled in a deep, guttural voice. Speaking was difficult. His vocal cords and throat were barely human enough to form words. "I think... I think... I'm good. The sun isn’t making me a full... monster."

"Sweet Rao." Gasped Faora-Ui, her hands at her open mouth.

Supergirl approached closer to touch one of his claws, but Superman flinched back before she got too close. "What's wrong?"

"Stay back, Kara... Hard to think... to control."

Faora's lustful gaze was fixated on the Kryptodrake's massive, animalistic cock and the beach ball-sized testicles hanging underneath. The transformed Superman had to be around the same size as the most enormous sauropod dinosaurs or whales this world knew about, judging by how he had to curl inside the hall to avoid bumping his head on the ceiling.

The titanic monster slowly turned around and squirmed through the Fortress's main door, making the whole structure quake as he moved in the same way as a crocodile or a large lizard to head outside. Once he was, the black Kryptodrake turned around and snuck his head inside the door.

"I'll stop... Diana. You stay here... wait."

"You can't leave us here!" Power Girl hissed and stepped toward the door. Displeased with the idea of having to be a babysitter to the one who caused all of this in the first place.

"No, Karen! Clark is right... We can't risk losing control again, not without another giant monster running around." Supergirl stepped in front of her, blocking Power Girl from getting closer to the exit. "We have to wait; there are three hours until nighttime on the Eastern Seaboard. If things get ugly, we can wait until then, show up and retrieve Clark and Wonder Woman. They'd be changed back by then."

"Yes... wait." The Kryptodrake Superman gave Kara a nod and flew off, leaving a sonic boom in his wake. The metal doors slammed shut just as the three women saw the massive flying shape disappearing into the clouds overhead.

Outside, Superman flew high above the clouds at neck-breaking speeds, several times faster than the speed of sound. In a matter of seconds, and just after flapping his mighty wings a couple of times, he recognized the distinct shape of the United States East Coast. He dove and soon recognized the many cities dotting the coastline. Flying in this draconic body felt... well, like nothing else he'd ever experienced. Everything just felt so backwards, and yet strangely familiar, like ing how to crawl as a baby before his first steps.

Like a giant black blur, the Wyrm of Steel landed in the middle of Times Square, flapping his wings to slow down his fall and sending cars, mailboxes and other urban clutter flying away in the overwhelming gust of wind. Wincing at the unintentional show of ****, Clark looked around for Diana, then found her when he heard her roar out. Wonder Woman, or the thing that had been Wonder Woman, revealed herself when she prowled her way over to where she had listened to the landing. Crouched on all fours like a jungle cat, she eyed Superman dangerously, her spiked tail snapping behind her angrily.

“Wonder Woman… It’s… Me…” Superman calmly said in a low voice, folding his wings back and trying to appear non-threatening to the currently feral dragoness. “Listen… To… Me…”

A low growl was her only response, baring her teeth and lunging at the dragon with a slash of her claws.

The collision sent the two monsters tumbling into a nearby building; the shockwave shattered several windows as they rolled and thrashed into the high-rise lobby. Getting back on her feet, she slammed her tail on the pavement and used it to take another swipe at the Kryptodrake’s head. Barely stunning him and causing him to slam headfirst into a building. Seeing her opponent prone, the dragoness roared and tackled Superman against the wall, bulldozing through and right back out into the streets.

“Diana… Listen to… Me…” Growled the Kryptodrake, managing to get a hold of both of her wrists and struggling to keep her contained. “Fight… It…”

Lunging forward, she bit down on his shoulder, forcing him to collapse on his back and send his tail to snap and send cars flying across the street. Getting her hands free, Diana straddled her opponent and tried to strangle the Kryptodrake’s long neck, her blue eyes practically glowing with rage. “Diana… It’s… Me… Superman…”

Grabbing hold of her arms again, Superman struggled to free himself, but against his wishes, he found his eyes darting down to watch her massive breasts sway and wobble with every struggling movement. Despite his **** attempts to keep control, his erection came back in full ****, throbbing and bobbing from his waist and bumping against Diana’s backside, making the feral she-creature pause and halt her attempts to kill him.

Feeling his erection thump against her furry rear made Diana gurgle and moan, the rage ebbing away in her eyes, only to be replaced with a new emotion. Desire.

“Diana…”

Sitting up briefly, Wonder Woman grabbed hold of the meter-long phallus throbbing between her legs and lined it up with her moist pussy, sinking in one thrust. Roaring out like a lioness, Diana ground herself to the hilt, arching her back and tossing her wild hair behind her horns. Feeling himself being pulled in, Superman could no longer keep himself restrained and took his claws to grip her rear, ing in her roars as he thrust back into her. The pair were oblivious to everything around them, focusing only on each other, trying to outlast and outperform the other. Leaning forward, Clark clasped his fanged lips around one of Diana’s stiff nipples, making the dragoness moan and swoon, nuzzling his snout, and arching her back to thrust out her chest.

In a matter of minutes, the pair went rigid, lost in the moment when they both reached their climax. Diana finally let out a feral cry when Clark unleashed a torrent of seed to flood her insides, making her collapse, tired and sated on Superman’s hairy chest. Panting and growling, Clark’s vision was blurry, slowly clearing up now that he was regaining his senses. Looking around him, he found the streets in chaos, with emergency crews keeping a respectful distance from him and Diana. Not knowing what else to do, he picked himself up with Diana moaning in his arms and spread his wings to escape into the air.

***

“Where could he be?” Wondered Supergirl out loud, standing by the edge of the doors of the fortress of solitude just outside the border of remaining sunlight. Behind her, Power Girl kept a proximity to Faora-Ui, the dark-haired woman eyeing her in a way she disliked.

“I hope he’s got everything under control because I am NOT liking the attention I’m getting.”

Despite her protests, Power Girl found herself feeling flustered. She wasn’t bi! At least she didn’t think she was. Faora’s attention was making her feel hot and bothered, was all. Huffing in annoyance, Power Girl looked out again into the arctic snow outside. What was taking Clark so long? He should have been back by now, he shouldn’t have gone out at all, he should be HERE instead of Faora eyeing her, pinning her against the wall, and plowing into…

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Karen groaned. “Dammit, Clark…” She hated waiting like this, and what she and the others were going through, then frowned when she heard Faora chuckle. “Alright, that’s enough, Faora.”

Suddenly, Power Girl felt a strange pressure build in her stomach, making her feel and look bloated. Looking down, she found her waist just a little curved out.

“Great, now what? Indigestion?” Feeling herself bloat again, her stomach felt firm, almost solid. It wasn’t until she felt another belly press against hers that she finally noticed something wrong and pulled Faora off her. Their stomachs looked swollen, rounding out as if they had just had a full-course meal.

“Kara, are you seeing this?” Looking at Supergirl, Karen gasped when she found her younger doppelganger leaning against the wall, her bare midriff bloating from her middle and making the Amazonian teenager moan and cradle her stomach.

“Oh no… Don’t tell me…”