Power Girl had ditched what was left of her shredded costume, tossing the useless scraps into the corner of her new room, as she had found a robe from the same chest Harley had pulled the dildo from.
The robe she found was… well… barely a robe.
The fabric was soft and absurdly luxurious, dyed in deep crimson with gold stitching, but the cut was more like a loose wrap that refused to close properly over her tits, or maybe it was that her breasts were too big, she couldn't tell.
Every few steps, the front gaped open enough to flash an obscene amount of cleavage, and the hem was short enough to expose the curve of her ass when she walked.
If this was supposed to be "modest" attire on Themyscira, Power Girl couldn't imagine what counted as slutty.
As she internally complained, her stomach grumbled. She hadn't eaten since before… whatever cosmic sex portal had pulled her mid-orgasm into this insane island.
She tugged the robe tighter around herself, muttering under her breath, and decided to find the "meal hall" Harley had mentioned.
She followed the faint sounds of chatter and the stronger smell of roasted meat through the marble corridors, the further she went, the more she noticed how many Amazons were lounging around, their bellies heavy and round. Some were openly fondling each other's tits while talking about baby kicks, others were slowly masturbating as they praised dildo's right in the corridors like it was no big deal.
The meal hall itself was massive, a wide, high-ceilinged space open to the sea breeze, with long wooden tables covered in food. Roasted lamb, steak, platters of fresh vegetables, bowls of fruit glistening in honey, fresh bread still steaming, the smell made her mouth water instantly.
But what hit her even more was the sight, at least a good three-quarters of the Amazons here were pregnant. The rest were clearly soldiers, lean, muscular, armed even while sitting down, or, very rarely, women in plain servant robes unlike the one she was wearing.
Those were the only non-pregnant ones besides the guards.
She moved toward a table, trying to keep her eyes from lingering too obviously on the absurd display of swollen tits and casual public touching around her. She didn't need more fuel for the weird mental images this place had been planting in her brain all day.
One of the servant women approached her with a polite nod. She had short black hair, tanned skin, and a body that was leaner than the voluptuous warriors around them, her robe was tied tight enough to hide most of her figure, and there was a faint, embarrassed tension in her posture.
Without a word, she set down a plate in front of Power Girl, a thick juicy steak still sizzling in its juice, a pile of mashed potatoes laced with butter, and a crisp salad of lettuce and tomatoes that looked like they'd been picked that morning.
Power Girl sat and cut into the steak, chewing the first bite slowly and froze mid-chew, "holy shit… this is actually amazing," she hadn't tasted meat this tender in years, maybe ever.
The servant's lips curled into a shy smile, "I'm glad you like it, foreigner."
Power Girl swallowed, leaning back slightly, "Why aren't you pregnant like everyone else?" she asked bluntly, curiosity getting the better of her.
The woman's eyes flicked away, like she was embarrassed to even be asked, "I'm… not one of the fuckables."
Power Girl blinked. "…The what?"
"The ones deemed worthy to carry our god's seed," the Amazon said flatly, still not meeting her gaze "I serve one of the high craftswomen, in my free time, I work here in the meal hall, We… unfuckables, we still serve our god after all, we just… serve differently."
Power Girl chewed another bite, frowning, "that's… harsh."
The Amazon gave a small, humourless laugh, "It is what it is, better to be a useful servant than a useless whore."
"Geez," Power Girl mumbled, then added, "You said 'foreigner' Is that what you call people like me?"
"Like you," the woman repeated slowly, then smirked faintly, "and like the jester."
Power Girl's mind clicked, "Harley, yeah, guess that's your jester, she's from another… place too, huh?" Power Girl said, mistaking the Harley that had beaten her up to be from another universe like herself.
The servant nodded, "She serves willingly and worships our god like the rest of us, but she is… different."
"Different," Power Girl echoed, glancing down at her plate, "right, well, yeah, I'm a foreigner, but I'll be gone in a week."
The Amazon tilted her head, as if weighing whether to say more, then smiled faintly, "If you are only here a short while, then you should at least taste Themysciran wine before you leave."
Power Girl raised an eyebrow, "Wine? What about all the pregnant women here? That can't be—"
"It isn't really wine," the servant interrupted with a small laugh, "it has no alcohol or grapes, the name is older than the drink itself."
"So what is it?"
"It is made from good milk… and god milk," she said, her voice dropping slightly, almost reverent, "It is quite rare, but today, we are blessed with enough for every guest who desires it."
Power Girl hesitated, "Good milk… god milk…" She didn't like the sound of that. "I think I'll stick with—"
"Just one cup," the Amazon said softly, leaning in slightly, "For luck. You'll be leaving soon, yes? Let the others see you honour the island's blessings, even if you are foreign."
There was something in the tone that made Power Girl feel like refusing would be more trouble than it was worth. "…Fine. One."
The Amazon smiled, turning to fetch it, and a moment later she returned with a goblet of creamy white liquid, faintly warm, steam curling off the surface.
Power Girl took it and lifted it slowly to her lips. The first sip made her blink, "…Huh, sweet, kinda thick, and… is that… a salty aftertaste?"
All around the table, nearby Amazons cheered like she'd just passed some sacred test, someone even clapped her on the back hard enough to make her nearly spill the drink, "She's a good cum drinker!" one of them laughed.
Power Girl froze mid-sip, "Wait… what?"
The servant grinned innocently, "God milk is our Lord's seed," she said matter-of-factly, "The good milk comes from the most fertile mothers on the island, the combination is… divine."
Power Girl lowered the cup slowly, staring at the thick white liquid like it had personally betrayed her, "… You're telling me this is cum and breast milk?"
"That would be it, yes," the Amazon said simply.
Power Girl's first instinct was to shove the cup away, but she could feel all eyes on her, every nearby Amazon watching for her reaction.
Her pride wouldn't let her look squeamish, so instead, she smirked faintly and lifted the cup again, "…Well… fuck it." and then drained the rest in one long gulp.
The cheers got louder, echoing through the meal hall, someone shouted something about her "taking to the god's blessing well," another told her she'd "fit right in soon enough," but Power Girl was enjoying herself too much to pay them attention.
She set the goblet down, licking a faint drop from her lip despite herself, "…Okay, yeah, it's good."
"More?" the servant asked with a knowing smile.
"…Yeah," Power Girl admitted, "bring me another."
She had two more before she left the meal hall, the warmth of the drink lingering in her stomach the rest of the night.
The next morning, she decided to skip the palace bath and head straight for food, she stepped into the meal hall with her hair still damp from a quick rinse, robe clinging lightly to her skin.
The same servant from yesterday spotted her instantly, and without even asking, she set down a plate of breakfast, fresh bread, fruit, and a steaming goblet of the "good wine."
Power Girl stared at it, "…Seriously? I didn't even order that, isn't it supposed to be rare?"
The servant smiled sweetly. "Temyschirian Wine is, this is just "good wine", enjoy."
Power Girl sighed, sitting down and wrapping her hands around the warm goblet, she took a slow sip, and despite her early judgment, she didn't hate it.
But as she glanced around at the knowing smirks of the women nearby, she realised nobody here was going to offer her "normal" drinks again.
Power Girl leaned back in her chair, the weight of her massive breasts pulling the crimson robe down just far enough to show deep, heavy cleavage, the golden stitching along the edges barely clinging together over the creamy swell of her tits, each one so huge and full that they made the robe gape every time she shifted in her seat.
She lifted the goblet again, the thick creamy liquid still warm on her tongue, before glancing at the servant girl beside her.
"You never told me your name," Power Girl said, and the servant girl's posture stiffened, her lean frame wrapped in a plain, well-worn robe of soft brown fabric tied tight at her waist, doing its best to hide her body's shape but failing whenever the material shifted with her movements.
"Callia," she replied finally, as if unused to sharing her name in casual conversation.
Power Girl took another sip before letting her gaze roam deliberately over the servant's body, lingering on the curve of her hips and the toned lines of her calves that peeked from beneath the robe's hem.
"Callia… huh. Tell me something, Callia… why aren't you one of the 'fuckables'? I mean, I've been here long enough to know what passes for prime material around here, and you're more than cute enough. You're prettier than half the swollen milk cows I've seen waddling around in here."
Callia's shoulders twitched at the bluntness, but she didn't avert her eyes entirely, though a faint pink rose under her golden-brown cheeks, "It isn't the face or the hips that decide it," she said, her voice quieter now, "I meet those requirements... But my breasts aren't… large enough for the Lord's preference"
Power Girl let a chuckle and glanced down at her own chest, the robe parting easily as she leaned forward, her enormous tits shifting under their own heavy weight.
"So the big guy's a tit man," she said, "figures… and I guess he likes them stupid big"
Callia's eyes flicked down and then quickly away again, but not before Power Girl caught them, "That's why I work in the meal hall whenever I can," Callia said, "Temyschirian wine is said to help a woman's breasts grow over time… It's only a rumour, but I'd be a fool not to take advantage"
Power Girl tilted her head, amused, "So that's your plan? Keep guzzling until you're stacked enough?"
Callia's lips curved into the faintest, embarrassed smile, and she nodded once without denying it.
Power Girl took a deep drink from the goblet, the rich sweetness coating her throat, and gave her own chest a brief glance, her breasts so large that each one easily out-measured her head, "Guess I've already passed the exam with honors. Not sure they could get bigger without throwing off my balance"
Before Callia could respond, the heavy metallic clang of armoured footsteps approached, making both women turn to see a tall Amazon soldier making her way down the aisle between tables, the crowd parting instinctively for her.
She was a towering, broad-shouldered warrior, her skin bronzed from sun and battle, her long auburn hair tied back into a severe braid that reached the small of her back.
Bronze chestplate molded over massive, firm breasts that were large even for an Amazon, and the shape of her muscled arms suggested she could lift Power Girl with one hand if she wanted.
"You," the soldier said, her deep voice carrying easily over the noise, "The Lord Omen requests your presence. Now"
Power Girl gave Callia one last smile, setting the goblet down and rising to her full height of six-foot-three, the robe hanging open just enough to flash the deep valley of cleavage again, her hips swaying slightly as she passed, "Guess I'll see you later, Callia"
The soldier turned sharply, leading her down long marble corridors lined with tall columns, the distant crash of the ocean audible through the open archways.
The air grew warmer as they approached the massive double doors at the far end of the hall, the faint echo of flesh smacking against flesh becoming more distinct with every step.
The soldier pushed the doors open, and Power Girl stepped inside
At the center of the throne room was obviously the throne. Weirdly, it was empty, but once Power Girl glanced around the room, he spotted Omen pressing Harley Quinn against a wall, her back slammed to the wall, her trademark blonde hair, with its pink and blue tips, clinging to her sweaty face.
Her big and perky tits bounced with every brutal thrust, her ass smacking against the stone hard enough to echo, Omen's hands gripped her thighs, holding her up as easily as if she weighed nothing, his hips driving into her with a relentless rhythm that made the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy audible even across the room.
Off to the left, Diana lay beside the throne with scrolls spread neatly before her. Her proud breasts, large enough to be called huge by most Amazonian standards, but still not matching the sheer size and weight of Power Girl's pale, overflowing tits.
Her blue eyes flicked up to Power Girl with an expression of cool appraisal that quickly shifted to irritation.
"Power Girl," Diana began, "your presence here is becoming… problematic"
Power Girl raised a brow, stepping fully into the room, the robe's hem brushing against her toned thighs as she walked, "Problematic how? I've been here not even a day"
"Your breasts," Diana said without hesitation, setting down her quill, "they distract the warriors. They get in the way of work. Yesterday's display has already caused rumors, that yours are the largest on the island"
Power Girl almost laughed outright to the insanity Diana was saying, "That's what this is about? My tits? Look, I'm a foreigner, I'll be gone in six days, you don't need to—"
"You underestimate the effect," Diana cut in sharply, rising from the ground, even at her greater height, her posture was of someone used to being the most physically imposing woman in any room, "You walk through Themyscira looking like some overfed cow, and the women stare, even I am not immune to the comparison"
To any observer, the contrast was clear: Diana was taller and leaner, but Power Girl's tits were so much bigger and softer, straining against the thin robe in a way that left no doubt who carried the heaviest load up top.
Before either could push the argument further, Omen's deep filled the room, "Enough"
With a final thrust, he pulled out of Harley, and in one fluid motion, tossed her toward Power Girl like she was nothing more than a doll. Harley let out a squeal mid-air, and Power Girl caught her easily, the smaller woman's legs dangling as she immediately began squirting uncontrollably, hot streams of cum gushing over Power Girl's stomach and dripping down her legs to splatter on the marble floor.
Harley's face was a portrait of fucked-out bliss, with her eyes glassy and unfocused, mouth open in a slack, happy grin and her pink tongue peeking between her lips as her chest heaved.
Omen adjusted his stance, "You both won't argue in my presence, Harley, take the visitor on a tour of the island"
Power Girl glanced down at Harley, still trembling in her arms, and raised an eyebrow, "A tour, huh?"
Harley giggled breathlessly, tilting her head back to look up at Power Girl with a wicked grin, "Oh, you're gonna love this place, P.G… I'll show ya all the fun spots"
Omen's gaze swept over them, unblinking, "Go, I have to punish the queen for being an annoying bitch."
Power Girl shifted Harley in her grip, the blonde clinging to her like a satisfied cat, and turned toward the open doors, the throne room's heat giving way to the cooler marble halls outside as the sound of Diana's screams of please filled the silence before the doors shut behind them.