People often debated what was the key difference between magic and science.
Beings of high-science, like the Kryptonians, thought magic was but a crutch for the intellectually disabled, losers seeking a universal cheat code to compensate for how pathetic they were.
And beings of magic, like Nabu and Klarion, thought science was but a pale imitation of magic, children trying to build fire.
However it was little Lena Luthor that learned the true difference.
While science was passive and detached, magic had a tendency to actively be a dick.
It had all started when Lena had been looking for a magical alternative to teleportation. Lex’s transmatter watches were useful but damn did they take forever and a half to recharge.
So, upon finding the spell she thought she was looking for, Lena decided to do a simple test. From her penthouse to the Tower.
And well... that part she'd succeeded in.
The only, tiny, hitch was well... Lena herself.
Oh yes, Lena had materialized in the tower. But she'd materialized tiny (maybe around half an inch tall), naked, (oh yes, she'd teleported herself and only that, damn magic) and wedged firmly betwixt inside Nia's ample buttcheeks, a combination of their large size and Lena's own (relatively) large lower half ensuring she was functionally immobilized and unable to use her hands to cast another magic spell.
Though who's to say that another attempt at teleporting wouldn't make her even smaller as she wound up inside Nia's digestive tract?
Lena gave a few kicks (or rather, pathetic spasms) to the large butt cheeks, hoping against hope that the giant Naltorian would feel her this time.
And, to add to Lena's misfortune, she'd shown up during Nia's training session. Every single movement on Nia's behalf slammed her huge cheeks into Lena, just like every clench felt like Lena was put in a vice.
Though the worst part of it was all the damn sweat. The more Nia trained, the sweatier and swampier her ass became and the more Lena felt a layer of Naltorian sweat coat itself around her and glue her to Nia's ample ass.
Actually given how much sweat Nia was putting out, maybe it was for the best that Lena was naked.
Still... no point in getting too worked up about it. She was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Surely someone would come looking for her.
Wait, actually that was bad. How would it look to the investors if they saw her like this?
Eh. They'd just replace her with a new CEO.
Lena clung to that thought like a lifeline for a while, letting her list of who the best candidates were for the position distract her from this hell, before she felt Nia come to a stop, her motions now becoming slow and controlled.
"Oh thank Rao." Lena gasped, picking up on Kryptonian terminology.
Perhaps Rao should not have been thanked just yet. For no sooner had Lena taken some calming breaths did she feel the totality of Nia's weight dropped down upon her, the Naltorian taking a seat at a bench as she sipped some water.
"Agh!" Lena screamed.
"You say something?" A new voice wafted in.
Oh Kara. Oh this was good.
"Nope." Nia shrugged as she bounded up, shaking up Lena's whole world.
Kara frowned. She was sure she'd heard something. Ah well. Even with her years of training to tame her super-hearing, an echo from elsewhere seemed in now and then. "Well... um... should we get to it? Just got a full recharge. Alien Girl Fight Club can go ahead."
Oh you had to be shitting Lena. That was just a warm-up exercise?
"Kara!" Lena squirmed as best she could with a mouth full of Naltorian butt-flesh.
1) Kara hears Lena. And right away, Alien Girl Fight Club is cancelled. Not so Lena can get help, but so Kara and Nia can gush over how cute Lena is.
2) Kara doesn't hear Lena who becomes an unwilling participant in Alien Girl Fight Club.
3) As Kara and Nia begin their sparring, a attack happens, Lena being dragged along.
4) Nia has to cancel today, accompanied on her daily routine by a tiny CEO.