The Story of Superman's Fall

[GISKARD97]

This fanfic was originally written in Brazilian Portuguese and translated into English with the assistance of artificial intelligence.

By Giskard Ribeiro
giskardribeiro@gmail.com

Chapter 1 - Genesis of Power

In the heart of Metropolis, a towering building housed a laboratory where research promised to revolutionize the world. The mirrored windows concealed what transpired within: a sanctuary of cutting-edge biotechnology. Articulated robots glided with millimeter precision among futuristic equipment, while every pristine white surface reflected the constant hum of complex machines processing data invisible to the human eye.
The air carried the metallic scent of surgical instruments, with a subtle hint of formaldehyde, evoking a clinical, almost invasive sensation. The automated perfection of the place exuded an aura of mystery and a sinister feeling that science there reigned beyond ethical boundaries. It was a place where life could be manipulated, reconstructed, and perhaps even challenged.

Helena Stone, a billionaire in the pharmaceutical industry, exuded power and beauty. At 38 years old, standing 6'3" tall, her body was a perfect balance of strength and elegance, sculpted by hours of weightlifting and jujitsu. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, while her green eyes seemed to penetrate the soul of anyone who met her gaze. That night, she wore a tight black dress that accentuated her impressive curves.

In front of her stood Dr. Sophia Crane, a 45-year-old scientist distinguished by her mental agility and sagacity. Her fiery red hair in a pixie cut framed her sharp cheekbones and deep gray eyes. At 5'7" tall, with a body incredibly defined by sports pole dancing, her firm voice radiated confidence, matching her incredible intelligence and work capacity. In the laboratory, Sophia opted for practical clothing, like lab coats over crop tops and yoga pants that highlighted her fit physique.

"Are you sure this can work, Sophia?" Helena asked, her voice soft but unmistakably determined.

Sophia nodded, excitement vibrating in her voice. "Helena, the analyses from Superman’s hair strands revealed something extraordinary! We’ve figured out how solar radiation interacts with his cells and how his powers are generated by his alien metabolism. Based on that, and our research on female physiology, we developed our most innovative supplement yet: VigorFem"

She paused, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "VigorFem is not just a supplement; it’s a true masterpiece of bioengineering for women. Within three months of use, it increases their strength and agility up to 50% compared to a man with a similar physique. But the big surprise is that, during its creation, we developed a special molecule that apparently disrupts Superman's energy metabolism."

Helena frowned. "Are you saying that if Superman takes the supplement, he loses his powers?"

Sophia smiled, perceiving Helena’s confusion. "Not exactly. It’s even better than that. When a woman uses VigorFem, she starts emitting a kind of odorless hormone. In contact with this hormone, Superman's energy metabolism doesn't function properly. In short: near a VigorFem user, the Man of Steel loses his invulnerability and, perhaps, some of his powers."

The skepticism in Helena's eyes was evident. "So, he becomes vulnerable forever?"

Sophia shook her head. "No, only while he’s near a VigorFem user, within a radius of approximately eight meters."

Helena's incredulity grew. "And the powers? Will he still have them?"

Sophia sighed, searching for the right words. "They will probably be affected in some way. But while he loses invulnerability, he becomes susceptible to physical harm. Practically, if a user kicks him in the face, he’ll get hurt, and his body will use his metabolism to recover, instead of maintaining his powers."

Helena began to understand. "Are you saying a girl could defeat him?"

Sophia nodded decisively. "Yes, Helena. If he loses invulnerability, even if he retains his strength and speed, any violent surprise can injure him. His metabolism will be forced to focus on recovering from the damage, leaving him vulnerable."

Helena smiled broadly. "This could change everything, Sophia! The world's greatest hero being defeated by a woman in a fair fight. It would not only demolish his image of invincibility but also strike a deep blow to society's machismo."

Sophia smiled at Helena's enthusiasm. As the two prepared to discuss the details, Sophia paused. "Helena, we need more raw material and to refine production. Until then, we can only test with a small number of people."
Helena crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on Sophia as if she clearly saw the future. "We need to expedite the distribution of VigorFem to have more women with these characteristics. While we haven't figured out how to acquire more raw material, we can take advantage of Suelen's position."

At 27, Suelen embodied feminine strength. With her athletic and muscular physique, she epitomized how strength and beauty could coexist. Her wavy brown hair fell over strong shoulders, and her intense brown eyes radiated unshakable confidence. Tall and imposing at 6'1", Suelen had a natural aura of authority that made her stand out in any setting. As the coach of Metropolis High School’s female wrestling team, she shaped bodies and commanded respect with her dominant presence and direct demeanor, known for her sadistic and merciless training style.

Helena continued, "We can provide the supplement for free to her team’s teenagers. That way, we can closely monitor the results of our supplement. How long do you think it will take to refine the raw material acquisition process and make this product widely available on the market?"

Sophia pondered for a moment, her mind working quickly before responding. "If we invest in additional research to find viable substitutes for the raw material and increase resource allocation to the labs, I believe we can bring the product to market within 18 to 24 months. During this time, we can focus on improving the synthesis of VigorFem's key molecule."

Helena nodded, satisfied. "Great, let’s get Suelen and her girls in action immediately. If we can show concrete results with this group, we’ll have a solid foundation to ensure the success of broader distribution when we’re ready."

Sophia smiled, agreeing with the strategy. "Suelen will be a key player. She’s respected, and her athletes trust her. If they start showing significant results, it will be our first step in testing VigorFem's impact in a controlled, yet observable, environment."

Helena looked out over the city through the immense windows, her hands powerfully resting on her hips. "And so, we'll make this project a reality. Let the era of female ascension begin, not just individually, but systemically. We're about to redefine the rules of the game, Sophia. But remember, for now, no one but the two of us can know VigorFem’s potential impact on Superman."

"Absolutely," agreed Sophia, with a gleam of pure determination in her eyes. "We must have the element of surprise on our side."
The two women exchanged a look, sealing a silent pact. And so, the dawn of a new era began to take shape in that laboratory, poised to redefine the logic of genders in the world in an implacable and unforgettable way.

Chapter 2 – Challenge Unveiled

Lois Lane and Clark Kent were in their usual routine at the Daily Planet when Lois, with a mischievous smile, leaned over Clark's desk.

"Clark, are you free this weekend?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with a plan that was clearly already formulated.

He looked at her over his glasses, curious. "Sure, Lois. What do you have in mind?"

"My sister Barbara is throwing a barbecue to celebrate my niece Laura’s 16th birthday, and I wanted you to come with me. It’ll be a good chance for you to get out of your routine and... to get to know her better. She’s been quite different lately. Besides..." Lois leaned in and whispered, "it would be nice to have company."

Clark smiled, sensing the sincerity in Lois's request. "Count me in. It’ll be good to get to know more of your family too."

On the day of the barbecue, when Clark and Lois arrived at Barbara’s house, they were greeted by the lively sound of teenage laughter and pop music. The house was charming, with a well-maintained garden leading to the pool area where the barbecue was being held. Through the large living room window, the sight of Laura’s friends around the pool immediately caught Clark’s attention.

Something didn't feel right as he observed the girls. His usually razor-sharp senses were slightly dulled. Clark tried to dismiss the sensation as the impact of the loud laughter and pop music.

The five teenagers were dressed in string bikinis that revealed their sculpted bodies, flaunting toned muscles and pronounced curves. Clark, dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt, tried not to appear uncomfortable as he looked around. Lois, in an elegant swimsuit and sarong, was keenly watching her companion’s reaction, ensuring he wasn’t swayed by the provocative beauty of the guests.

Clark broke the silence, "Lois, these girls have incredible physiques. It's a shame that at this age, they’re already so vulgar and wear these tiny bikinis. I’m surprised your sister Barbara lets Laura dress like that in public,” said the reporter without hiding his usual machismo.

Lois nodded, placing a hand on Clark’s shoulder as they walked through the garden. She ignored her boyfriend’s comment about the bikinis and said, "The truth is, Barbara is having a hard time with Laura. Ever since she joined the school wrestling team, it’s like her personality has completely changed; she’s become aggressive, disrespectful, and somewhat vulgar."

Clark: "That's a shame, Laura used to be so sweet and loving. Usually, playing a sport helps with personality, not hinders it."

They crossed the door and reached the garden around the pool, which was filled with Barbara’s family and friends drinking, dancing, and cooling off, including Barbara, Laura, and her guests. Everyone seemed quite cheerful in the atmosphere, but Laura and her friends drew special attention around the pool, laughing and talking loudly.

Even as he moved among the guests, Clark continued to feel a slight discomfort. It was almost as if an invisible presence was hovering over him, something he couldn't fully identify.
Barbara, Lois’s sister, a woman with light brown hair and worried eyes, smiled upon seeing Lois and Clark and joined them, hugging them.

“Lois! Clark! I’m so glad you could make it. Laura will be thrilled to see you,” said Barbara as she led the couple to greet her daughter.

As soon as Laura’s eyes landed on Clark, she gave a crafty and challenging smile. The girl, now 5'7", was quite different from what Clark remembered. Not just because of the impressive physique, but the aura of superiority and excessive confidence she exuded. Lois and Clark congratulated the girl, handed her a gift, exchanged pleasantries, and went to one of the tables around the pool.

Clark, being 35 years old and somewhat awkward, nonetheless had an imposing physique that drew attention and even desire from some women. Despite being much younger, Laura's friends immediately noticed his presence and shifted their conversations, casting sly glances at the newly arrived reporter and making inappropriate jokes about him among themselves. They said absurd things about the "size of his package" or whether or not he knew how to perform oral sex. They didn’t make an effort to hide what they were saying, and anyone paying attention could hear practically everything the girls were talking about.

Lois noticed what was happening and saw that even Laura made such comments, feeling sad for her sister having to endure this. She remembered, however, that Barbara herself had been a troubled teenager and was now a healthy adult.

The reporter stayed alert when she saw some movement among the girls. One of them, Tabitha, 17 years old, with blonde hair and a body defined by hours of training, stood up and, along with Laura, approached the couple of reporters.

"Hey, Laura, are these your aunt and uncle?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Laura nodded. "Yes, that’s Uncle Clark and that’s Aunt Lois," she replied with a hard to decipher giggle. Tabitha gave a specific smile to the reporter while her friends approached the couple, all showcasing their impressive bodies in tiny bikinis.

"You know, Mr. Clark," said Tabitha, ignoring Lois’s existence. "I've always liked older men, and Laura told me you were, shall we say, hot, but you exceeded my expectations,” the girl said, flashing a seductive smile.
Laura blushed at her friend’s words.

Clark awkwardly smiled while extending his hand for a shy handshake. “Thank you for the compliment, but as you can see, I’m taken. And that comment in front of my girlfriend is one of the rudest I’ve ever encountered...” and added provocatively, “...young lady.”

Tabitha remained unfazed. “I don't care if you’re taken or not. The world is changing, old man. In our group, if we want a man, we just take, use, and discard him,” she concluded with a tone of contempt and a hint of threat.

The reporter laughed at the girl’s megalomania and said bluntly, "You girls seem very confident, you are beautiful and have defined bodies. But no matter how much you train, you are women and will never have the level of skill, strength, and dexterity of a man. It’s a biological fact. Don’t devalue yourselves by trying to act like men. Know your role in society."

"Tabitha let out a forced laugh, unable to hide her anger at Clark's words. 'What a disgusting display of chauvinism! We can be whoever we want and do whatever we want. For example, in a fight, there’s no guy who can beat us.” The girl paused for a moment and added, “... I mean, Superman could, but he doesn’t count."

Lois, already somewhat irritated by the girls’ tone and the crude content of the conversation, decided to intervene. "Yes, you can do whatever you want, be whoever you want, but that doesn’t justify being rude and obnoxious. That’s not what it’s about.”

Laura took a step forward, her face wearing an insolent smile. "Oh, Aunt Lois, I think you don’t understand. We're not being rude; we’ve just stopped acting like society expects us to."
Lois, visibly irritated, couldn’t hold back any longer and decided those girls deserved a reality check. "You all think you’re so tough and invincible. But I DOUBT any of you could beat Clark in a simple wrestling match," she said, folding her arms and raising her chin firmly. She then repeated: “I DOUBT IT!”

Clark raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised by Lois’s provocation, but at the same time understanding her point. Laura, now laughing openly, shook her head in disbelief. "Aunt Lois, you’re kidding, right? I thought you liked Uncle Clark, but it seems like you want to see him getting his ass kicked.”

Laura, Tabitha, and the other girls started laughing together, making malicious comments among themselves. "He does look strong, but I bet he can barely lift half the weight I do at the gym," one of them murmured.
Tabitha, with a gleam of challenge in her eyes, stepped forward. "Look, I’ll be happy to rub Clark’s face in the grass in a match and still have some fun. Wanna try?"

Lois stepped closer to Clark, almost as a silent act of encouragement. Clark looked at Lois and then back at Tabitha. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. I’m really going to teach you a lesson, you arrogant girl."
The girl replied cheerfully. “Great! I’ll show you what a mere ‘young lady’ can do to your ego.” The guests around the pool grew increasingly excited by the prospect, forming a spacious circle for the two to face off. Tabitha and Clark walked to the center of the lawn, and murmurs could be heard from the spectators.

Tabitha positioned herself, her feet firmly on the ground and body ready, her eyes fixed on Clark with a challenging gleam. "I hope you don’t regret this," she taunted. Tabitha’s arrogance contrasted intensely with Clark’s calm confidence, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation.

Clark, with his height of 6'1", was an imposing figure, even while pretending to be awkward. Dressed in blue swim trunks and a fitted white t-shirt, he showcased an impressive and muscular physique. His broad shoulders and athletic build were unmistakable. His black hair perfectly combed and thick-rimmed glasses added a touch of unpretentiousness to his appearance. His usually gentle blue eyes now revealed a hint of anxiety.

Tabitha, on the other hand, with her height of 5'7", was an explosion of concentrated energy. Wearing a bikini, she flaunted a notably toned and muscular physique. Every muscle in her legs and arms was precisely delineated, fruit of extensive intensive training and the effect of VigorFem, which she and her friends had been using for nearly three months. Her posture emanated a mix of challenge and superiority, with her body slightly leaned forward, ready to strike at any moment.

While the spectators around the pool eagerly awaited the unfolding of this unexpected showdown of strengths, the two protagonists were enveloped in an almost electrifying tension. Clark and Tabitha studied each other carefully, both conscious of the attentive audience. The girl had a faint smile playing on her lips, her mouth curved in a silent challenge, while Clark maintained a calm, almost laid-back expression.

Clark, trying to maintain his composure, gently initiated the confrontation by attempting to grab the girl by the arms. Tabitha easily repelled her opponent. The initial movements were cautious, but it soon became clear that the girl wasn’t playing around.

A mischievous smile danced on Tabitha’s lips as she moved with lethal grace. Her eyes sparkled with an intoxicating mix of challenge and determination. In a flash, she performed an acrobatic leap, propelling her sculptural body with extreme strength and agility. Time seemed to distort, each millisecond stretching as Clark tried to process the speed and fury of the unexpected attack. Before he could react, Tabitha’s muscular thighs closed around his chest in a brutal grip. The impact threw him backward, knocking the wind out of him and sending him crashing to the ground with a dull thud that made the floor tremble.

The searing pain that spread from the point of impact throughout his body was unlike anything Clark had ever felt before. Under the relentless grip, he felt his ribs groan in protest, the overwhelming force threatening to crush him like an insect. A wave of shock coursed through his body, a mix of incredulity and a stinging stab of humiliation. Him, Superman, feeling pain? Being overpowered by a girl? The very idea was absurd, unimaginable. And yet, reality asserted itself.

The scene was impressive. Clark lying on the ground writhing in pain while Tabitha sat on his chest, her legs pinning the reporter’s arms to his torso. To the onlookers, it seemed like he was defenseless and frightened.
Clark struggled to understand what was happening. Something was terribly wrong. His strength seemed to vanish under the pressure of the girl’s legs.
Lois, observing the scene, widened her eyes in total disbelief. “Oh my God, Clark is really getting beaten up,” she whispered to herself, as horror grew from seeing her partner in such a humiliating situation.

Clark desperately tried to free himself, writhing under the girl’s weight as she kept her legs firmly pressed against his chest, immobilizing his arms. His face began to show signs of panic.
“Stop. You’re hurting me!” Clark shouted, a desperate tone in his voice that caught everyone’s attention.

Tabitha leaned forward, a victorious smile on her face. “I’m just showing you, Clark, how things work now. Maybe now you’ll understand that women aren’t as ‘fragile’.”
Lois, standing a few meters away, watched the scene with astonishment and indignation. "Clark, you really can’t get loose?" she asked, her voice trembling with anxiety. "I'm trying...," he replied, but the admission of weakness was audible.

Laura's other friends, laughing and applauding, began taking pictures with their cell phones. "Tabitha, pose here! Show who’s in charge," one of them shouted. Tabitha raised her smiling face, striking various poses next to a restrained and helpless Clark. The flash’s glow reflected in her eyes as she showcased her triumphant stance.

Barbara, extremely irritated, pushed through the circle of people. "Laura! Get your friend off Clark right now!" she bellowed, her voice loaded with authority and anger.
Laura, reluctantly, looked over at Tabitha and, without needing any request, she released her opponent, not wanting her friend to get into trouble with her mother.
Clark continued lying at her feet, trying to catch his breath with a look of humiliation.

"Mom, it was just a joke. And he agreed!" Barbara grabbed Laura by the hand, pulling her firmly. "That wasn’t funny! You’re grounded and I want your friends out of here, now.”
Laura, visibly upset, was led into the house by her mother, her steps slow and laden with contempt. "This is not fair," she muttered.

Barbara then turned to the guests. "The party is over! Everyone please go home." The teenagers began to gather their things, but Tabitha couldn’t resist one last provocation before leaving.
Clark was already standing, so she, with a sly smile, leaned over Clark and said, "Don't worry, Clark, if we ever meet again, I’ll take full advantage of you, by force." After saying that, she placed her hand on the reporter’s nape and pulled Clark’s head towards her, trapping it between her breasts. He became dizzy from the impact, had difficulty breathing, and was desperate to escape that humiliating position. The girl let out a forced laugh and released him.

Clark, once released, sat on the ground, breathing heavily and just looked incredulously at the girl, unable to articulate any words. Lois knelt beside Clark, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We need to get out of here, Clark. This went way too far."

He nodded, still processing the humiliation and surprise of what had just happened. As they got up with Lois’s help, the looks, laughs, and comments from those leaving, including the teenagers blatantly commenting on his humiliation, echoed around them, turning the once festive garden into a place of inescapable shame.
A few hours later, back at Clark's apartment.

Lois was sitting in Clark’s apartment living room, still processing what had happened, while her boyfriend worked on his Kryptonian computer.

The silence was heavy, full of unsaid thoughts and uncertainties. When the reporter finished and came to the living room, they started talking.
"Clark, this doesn’t make sense," Lois began, her voice low but tense. "That girl, Tabitha doesn’t have super strength or superpowers. She’s just a teenager, even if she is very strong and fast, she’s no match for you. Did you let her? If so, admit it!"

Clark: "Of course I didn’t let her, Lois. I would never voluntarily submit to such humiliation, especially to a girl.” He paused and continued. “Up until we arrived at Barbara’s house, I had my normal powers, I’m sure. It was only during the confrontation that I realized something was terribly wrong. And back at the house, a while after she pinned me with her chest, I already noticed that my powers were back to normal.”
Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair, exasperated.

"I was checking the quantum Kryptonian computer, and I think I have the answer. There are records of an unusual solar flare, and an abnormal amount of plasma hit Earth around the time we were at the party.”
Clark paused again and continued. "It could be that, by some bizarre coincidence, this plasma temporarily blocked my powers at that moment. It seems to make sense."

Lois frowned, thinking carefully. "So, you think it was a coincidence? That the solar plasma temporarily deactivated your powers? Has this ever happened before?"

Clark: "It’s never happened before, not that I noticed. However, I know it’s theoretically possible. In this case of the party, I’m almost certain that’s what it was. It’s the only possible explanation. I’ve thought of all the possibilities, and this is the only one that seems to coincide with the exact moment of the fight. I know it sounds unlikely, but that’s what happened."
Lois pushed a strand of hair back, frustrated. "That makes me even angrier. That girl wouldn’t stand a chance against you, Clark. Under normal conditions, you’d teach her a lesson with ‘one hand tied behind your back’. The idea that she humiliated you in front of everyone makes me immensely angry. And embarrassed."

Clark, frustrated, deeply embarrassed, and angry at what happened, continued: “That Tabitha will get what she deserves. Her arrogance, the way she looked at me, Lois! The way she humiliated me. She needs a lesson, and it will be unforgettable.”

Lois pulled Clark into a comforting embrace, stroking his hair. Both knew that this experience would mark a turning point in their lives, but they were determined to face it together, with the strength of their indestructible bond.

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Chapter 3 – Showdown of Strengths
The heat of Metropolis was relentless, turning the beaches into the most crowded areas of the city, especially on a Saturday afternoon. Superman, on his daily patrol, was flying over the coast, his eyes vigilant for any sign of danger. However, he had an additional objective that day: Tabitha. Since the incident at Laura’s party, he had been following her discreetly, waiting for the moment to settle the score. He knew which beach she would be at and was certain she would cause trouble. It's in her nature.

Suddenly, a movement in the sand caught his eye: a group of people was gathered in a circle, shouts and applause mixing with the usual beach commotion. Intrigued and hopeful that he had found his chance, Superman descended. In the center of the crowd, he saw the perfect opportunity: a muscular young woman, no older than eighteen, clad in a bikini that barely contained her fury, was delivering a series of violent kicks and punches to a young man.

He recognized her immediately and congratulated himself mentally.

"This time will be different," he thought. "It must have been the solar plasma that night. Now I’ll show who's in charge."

It was Tabitha, one of Laura’s wrestling team colleagues from school. At just 18 years old, she was the type of girl who not only attracted looks but also challenged people to look longer than usual. Her beauty was not just attractive—it was wild, almost dangerous, radiating a confidence that intimidated as much as it enchanted.

It wasn’t enough to be noticed; Tabitha liked to be feared. She seemed to feed off the gazes of others, especially those who couldn’t decide whether they were fascinated or scared. The girl lived for the spectacle; every movement was a calculated act of sadism and exhibitionism. She had an insatiable need to be the center of attention, to feel the eyes fixed on her every action.

Her confrontations were not just fights; they were deliberate performances, designed to subjugate and humiliate her opponents in front of everyone. Her pleasure did not come from victory alone but from public humiliation and the shock etched on the faces around her. Tabitha moved with swagger, a triumphant smile always ready, and eyes shining with the promise that no act would be too extreme if it contributed to her show of power. She dominated not only with strength but with a showy cruelty that left deep marks, both physical and psychological.

Her blonde hair, an almost artificial gold that gleamed in the afternoon sun, cascaded like a curtain down her back, almost touching the curve of her hip. But it was in her blue eyes, sharp as blades, that her true self was hidden—a fierce, provocative gleam, always looking for an excuse to confront.

She moved through the beach as if it were her personal territory, head held high, eyes assessing, always looking for a new victim for her game of provocations. Tabitha wasn’t just strong; she was ruthless and had a particular taste for testing her and others' limits. Aggressiveness seeped from her golden skin and every muscle, each shaped by hours of Jiu-Jitsu and wrestling. There was a brutal energy in her walk, a silent promise that at the slightest sign of challenge, she would explode with all the force she knew she had.

More than anything, Tabitha adored the power to control, to be in command—it didn't matter how extreme the act was, as long as it kept the focus on her. She saw the world as a ring, and everyone who crossed her path were potential opponents, pieces in her game. For Tabitha, the line between fun and cruelty was thin, almost invisible. Her need to dominate, to humiliate, was as natural as breathing.

As she pounded the young man with her fists, it was clear to see the girl's rage through her actions. Each kick, each punch seemed intended to hurt and humiliate the opponent. The young man, visibly larger and seemingly stronger, couldn’t defend himself and cowered under the fury of that wild beast.

This was exactly the opportunity Superman had been waiting for. He finally had her in a confrontation where he could put her in her place.

A look of disdain crossed Superman’s face as he watched the scene. How could a young man that size allow a girl to subdue him so easily?

"Why is this guy letting that girl dominate him so easily?" he thought, momentarily ignoring his own past embarrassment. "No matter. Today, this changes."

The hero’s descent was swift, landing straight into the heart of the confusion. The sand exploded around him with the impact, forming a perfect circle, and the crowd reacted instantly. Murmurs and exclamations of surprise spread through the hot air.

"It's Superman!" shouted a woman, bringing her hands to her mouth in disbelief.

"I can't believe it... It’s really him!" whispered a teenager, his eyes wide, already pulling out his phone to record. “Superman! Superman, look over here!”

"Oh my God, it’s him! Superman! Superman!" yelled a man, trying to push those in front of him for a better view.

"Hey, Super! Help! Over here!" exclaimed a girl, her face a mix of hysteria and adoration.

Some people clapped, others tried to get closer with phones in hand, shouting his name. The commotion only grew. It seemed no one wanted to miss the chance to see the greatest hero on the planet up close. The voices overlapped in a collective frenzy, an almost palpable energy of excitement and astonishment.

Tabitha stepped back from her victim, both surprised and paralyzed by the sudden appearance. She felt a shiver run down her spine. The fury that had dominated her moments before was dissolving, replaced by a sharp chill. There was something about Superman’s presence—that imposing stature, the severe, unwavering look—that provoked fear, even in those on the right side of the law.

"But... what is he doing here?" Tabitha murmured to herself, her heart racing. She couldn’t take her eyes off the iconic figure before her, aware that with one single move, he could decide her fate right there and then.
Superman stepped forward, his expression unyielding, and the murmurs of the crowd gave way to a tense, expectant silence. The collective breath seemed to be held, as if everyone there awaited his next action.

"Enough of this ridiculous scene, young lady," said Superman with a sardonic smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think your show is over for today. Now, you’ll have to explain yourself to the authorities."

The girl, still catching her breath from the fight, looked at him, perplexed. "What? Are you serious?" she asked, her face a picture of incredulity. The idea of being punished for defending herself from that creep made her seethe with rage.

Superman shrugged, his face almost bored. "Of course. Justice has to start somewhere, doesn’t it? And hitting a young man... just because he said something you didn’t like?"

Tabitha was furious, pointing at the young man who was trying to get up. "You're going to overlook him?! He was harassing me, grabbing me, thinking I have to put up with cheap catcalls!"

Superman raised an impatient eyebrow. "That’s no reason to resort to violence, dear. You could have called me, you know?" He gave a condescending smile. "I always show up at the right time... or almost."

The girl let out an incredulous, almost hysterical laugh. "Call you? Oh, you must be joking, right? You would have shown up here in five minutes? Ten? Maybe half an hour? When he had already done whatever he wanted?" she sneered, the sarcasm dripping from every word. Her anger grew, fueled by the hero's condescension.

Superman just smirked, disdainful. "Oh, sure, because you, with all your rebellious teenage wisdom, have everything under control, right? I think you should be thanking me for arriving in time, 'young lady'."

Those words were like a spark to gunpowder. "You’re no one to tell me what to do!" she shouted, blood boiling. "And for your information, I know how to take care of myself, you chauvinist!"

Superman let out a low, mocking laugh, crossing his arms. "Sure, of course. That's why I’m here, to save you from yourself."

The mockery in his tone was the last straw. With a scream of rage, Tabitha launched herself in a swift movement. In the blink of an eye, her foot swung in a perfect arc, delivering a precise kick to the hero’s chin. The force of the impact was surprising, even to her.

The thud of the kick echoed across the beach. For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. All eyes turned to Superman, who staggered backward, his feet dragging through the sand as if the ground had been pulled out from under him. The crowd held its breath. Then, in a second that seemed to last an eternity, the hero fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The disbelief on Superman’s face mirrored that of the crowd. The silence was absolute, broken only by the sound of the waves in the background. No one, not even Tabitha herself, could believe what had just happened. The girl remained immobile, leg still raised, eyes fixed on the fallen hero, while shock and excitement mingled in the heavy beach air.

Superman, the unwavering symbol of strength and invincibility, had just been knocked down by a mere girl. The hero wobbled, his legs failing for a moment, and then he fell to the sand, stunned, the sound of the impact muffled but heavy. His head spun, and he struggled to understand what had just happened. What infuriated him the most wasn’t the pain but the fact that a teenager—a girl in a bikini—had dared to challenge him, touch him, and even knock him down in front of everyone. Even worse, it was the girl he wanted to teach a lesson.

He remembered the incident with Laura and, behind the rising anger, noticed a flicker of an unexpected feeling. Could it be... fear?

For a moment, the entire world seemed to stop. The crowd, which had been in a frenzy, plunged into absolute silence, the atmosphere dense and surreal, almost suffocating. No one could believe what their eyes were witnessing. Superman was on the ground. The invincible Superman, the one who flies through the skies and lifts buildings, was on his knees in the sand, his expression dazed and perplexed.

People froze, their phones suspended in the air, capturing every millisecond of that impossible moment. "Is this real?" someone murmured, their voice trembling with disbelief. Another person shouted, "She... knocked down Superman!" and it was as if that shout broke a dam. Screams and exclamations of surprise, shock, and even fear mingled in a chaotic cacophony. Someone started laughing, almost hysterically, unable to process the absurd scene.

Tabitha, breathing heavily, felt a wave of satisfaction mixed with total disbelief. She couldn’t understand how it had happened either. Her heart pounded in her chest, an almost paralyzing adrenaline running through her veins. She looked at the fallen hero as if seeing him for the first time. He no longer appeared as Superman, the untouchable icon. In that instant, he was just a man—a man who, at least for a moment, seemed vulnerable, even pathetic.

She wasn’t foolish. She knew what he represented to the world, what he symbolized. But seeing him there, on his knees, with eyes clouded with surprise and mouth half-open... it was like a delirium come true. "Is this real?" she thought, almost laughing nervously. "Did I... really knock down Superman?"

The crowd remained in shock. Some still pointed their phones, while others whispered frantically, and some even wondered if it was part of some trick, a staged act. But no, it was all real. The impossible was before them, and no one—not even Tabitha—could believe it.

"You..." Superman tried to speak, but his voice came out weak, choked. He staggered, still struggling to get up, his hand instinctively going to his chin where he felt a throbbing pain.

The impact of that kick echoed in his mind like an alarm, disorienting him. How did this happen? A girl... a teenager... dared to attack him, and more than that, knock him down in front of everyone? He could feel the fury burning inside, an indignation growing with each passing second. “That brat…,” he thought, his teeth clenched, rage pulsing in his chest.

Superman finally managed to stand, his eyes fixed on Tabitha. "This ends now," he muttered, with a clear intention of putting this insolent young woman in her place. But before he could take a step, Tabitha lunged.
With unexpected swiftness, she moved toward him, muscles in perfect sync, her body vibrating with wild energy. Her fists moved in a precise and fierce sequence—left, right, a short uppercut to the chin, a direct punch to the stomach. Each blow was executed with lethal precision, each impact pushing the hero further back as he desperately tried to defend himself, his reflexes slow, confused.

The crowd held its breath, unable to look away. Some shouted in horror, others watched in total fascination. Some even began to laugh, hysterically, as if watching a scene from a surreal movie. A man murmured, "My God, she's beating up Superman…" while another woman, with a sparkle in her eyes, yelled, "Finish him off, girl!"

Superman stumbled backward, the sand giving way under his feet as Tabitha’s blows rained down relentlessly. He felt his pride wounded, his body rebelling against what seemed impossible. “No... this can’t be happening,” he thought, trying to regain his balance, but each blow shoved him back into the darkness of humiliation.

Then, came the final punch, a straight shot to the face that made him lose all balance. Superman fell onto his back in the sand, breathing heavily, his gaze confused and incredulous. The audience erupted in varied reactions—some screamed, some seemed paralyzed with shock, and many simply watched, fascinated, their phones pointed, capturing every moment.

Tabitha, smiling, filled with an almost arrogant confidence, advanced slowly towards him. She positioned herself gracefully, feet firmly planted, and then, with a casual movement, planted a foot on the Man of Steel's chest, pressing him into the sand. She stuck out her rear and said, "Well, big guy?" she taunted, her voice dripping with derision. "Enjoying the view down there?"

The crowd went wild. Some watched in horror, others were barely able to contain their excitement. What was happening was surreal, something they would never forget. And Tabitha, laughing as if she was having the time of her life, seemed to love every second of it.

Superman took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure as Tabitha kept her foot on his chest, smiling at the crowd as if she were receiving applause on stage. The hero felt the weight of humiliation and the blatant provocation, but he realized something: Tabitha was showing off, too confident. "This is the moment," he thought.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Superman moved quickly, sweeping her supporting leg with a precise strike. Tabitha lost her balance, her body falling into the sand with a surprised cry. The crowd erupted in shouts, laughter, and gasps of surprise. "Finally!" someone exclaimed. "It's Superman! He won't let this slide!"

Wasting no time, Superman pounced on her, trying to pin her to the ground, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as she struggled with the same intense ferocity as before. They rolled in the sand, a raw ballet of strength and agility, a mix of fight and dance that captured every eye.

"He's going to finish her now!" shouted a man, almost ecstatic.

But Tabitha kept fighting and maintained a look of pleasure on her face. "You still think you can win, superhero?" she taunted, laughing, as she slipped out of his attempts to hold her down. The crowd buzzed with every move, divided between cheering and disbelief.

"Go, Superman!" shouted a woman, with her phone in hand. "Take down that girl!" But another, a young man, retorted almost immediately: "Are you crazy? She's amazing! She's showing him who’s boss!"

Suddenly, with an unexpected move, Tabitha twisted her body in a quick and precise motion. Before he could react, she wrapped her legs around his head in a reverse headscissor. The crowd held its breath, a moment of tense silence took over the beach. When he realized it, Superman was trapped, his vision obscured by the firm curve of her thighs.

"My God... She’s got Superman!" someone shouted, a mix of horror and admiration in their voice. "She’s sitting on his face in a tiny thong!" commented another person, completely incredulous at the sight of the young opponent executing an impressive reverse headscissor, trapping the hero with all her strength.

"This is impossible! Superman is really getting beaten by a teenage girl in a thong!" exclaimed an observer, eyes wide in pure shock as they watched the girl, in a tiny bikini, sit triumphantly on the helpless hero's face.
The crowd, in a mixture of laughter and surprise, began to mock the situation. "Look at him! The great Superman, subdued by a little girl!" someone jeered, their voice laden with disbelief and humor.

The words ricocheted around, each comment laden with sarcasm and disdain, reinforcing Superman’s public humiliation. The young woman, under her command, with a smile of pure triumph, moved slightly, pressing even harder against him, savoring each moment of her absolute dominance.

Meanwhile, Tabitha, with a victorious smile, leaned forward, letting her butt rest directly on his head, provoking a mixture of laughter and exclamations from the crowd. Her rapid arms held his, forcing him to remain immobile. "What now, Superman?" she whispered, her voice dripping with mockery. "Ready to surrender?"

Superman tried to struggle, but the pressure was intense. The crowd responded like an audience in ecstasy. "Look at this! Superman’s getting beaten by a hot chick in a thong," shouted a man, holding his phone like a trophy. "I never thought I’d see this!"

Superman’s vulnerability before that young woman in a bikini elicited a collective response of disbelief and fascination. Every blow, every movement in the fight, became more than a physical battle; it was a total role reversal, an unexpected breakdown of logic and power. The girl, still laughing, felt the crowd’s energy around her like fuel, ready to take that moment to its limit.

Tabitha felt the vibration of the crowd around her, their shouts and exclamations creating a chaotic soundtrack. She knew she was in control, that she had the world's most powerful hero right there, trapped under her legs and with his face under her butt. But that wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted to humiliate him completely, to make him remember that day forever.

Tabitha looked at him intently, savoring the moment like a predator observing its prey before the final strike. With a cruel smile, the girl slowly slid her hands to her hips, keeping her eyes locked on Superman's. Gently, her fingers untied each string holding the bottom of her bikini in place. The piece fell softly, almost in slow motion, gradually revealing her intimate parts. The murmurs in the crowd turned into audible gasps, while glassy eyes recorded every detail.

"Oh my God!" "Is she really going to do what I think she is?"

Some spectators covered their mouths, torn between nerves and excitement, while others couldn't help but let out small cries of anticipation.

"This is going to be incredible!" "Is this really real?!"

Tabitha, now seated on the hero's face, firmly positioned Superman's face so that her vagina completely covered his mouth and nose. Her fingers painfully dug into the legs of the Man of Steel, gripping his skin like voracious claws, leaving deep marks. "Now, show me if you at least know how to please a girl," she commanded, her voice sharp and loud for all to hear.

Superman struggled desperately to break free, contorting under Tabitha's weight. His muscles trembled with the effort, his arms flailing futilely in an attempt to push her off or dislodge her. But her strength and the way her hips immobilized his face rendered any movement useless.

With fierce determination, Tabitha guided the hero's head violently with her hips, extracting maximum pleasure from the forced contact. Her prominent clitoris pressed against the hero's mouth, and she began to grind herself brutally against him. Tabitha's voice intertwined with moans of pleasure as Superman's body writhed, revealing a mix of shame and desperation incomprehensible for a being of his magnitude.
"Oh my God, look at this!" someone shouted, eyes wide in horror and fascination.

"That girl is rubbing herself on Superman's face! This is insane!" another voice exclaimed, laden with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

"Who would've thought Superman would get beaten like this... by a woman! No, by a teenager!" mocked a spectator, their cruel laughter echoing in the charged atmosphere.
Tabitha continued relentlessly, moving with almost animalistic precision as she moaned.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Tabitha's moans mixed with the rhythmic impact of her clitoris forced into the hero's mouth. His head was completely immobilized by the girl's thighs, which had total control over her muscular strength.
"Feel this? Feel my clit in your mouth?" she growled between gasps, vigorously rubbing her clitoris against the hero's skin.

She could voluntarily contract her vaginal muscles and apply significant force with them, making them close and open around Superman's nose and mouth.
With each thrust, a new wave of humiliation and control washed over him. "MMMM... Ah! Ah!” she moaned, her eyes half-closed in pure dominative pleasure. Her arousal was raw, animalistic.
With each thrust, the crowd reacted with a cacophony of varied comments.

“Rub harder on him, Tabitha! Show him who's in charge!” one spectator encouraged with a loud, sadistic laugh.
"Oh my God, this is brutal and inhumane! Look at him!” exclaimed another, his voice trembling with a combination of horror and fascination.

"Uh! Uh!"

Tabitha breathed heavily, her moans rhythmic as she continued the animalistic movement, her hips pressing even harder. When she reached orgasm, she squeezed so hard that the hero lost consciousness. The cracking sound of some of Superman's facial bones breaking could be heard.

Relieved and satisfied from her climax, Tabitha got up slowly as if nothing had happened, her body gleaming under the beach's sunlight, as she slowly tied the bottom part of her bikini back in place. She looked at the unconscious hero, his face covered in her juices. With a look of pure disdain, she exuded a cold, lethal confidence.

"You're just another man," she said, her voice dripping with contempt and superiority. "Only good for being used and discarded."

Her declaration echoed among the onlookers, a hiss of derision cutting through the thick, hot air. Tabitha casually adjusted her bikini, which now seemed like a war trophy, her posture radiating wild and unrelenting pride. The crowd, still gripped by shock and disbelief, watched in silent awe, unable to fully process what they had just witnessed.

She walked along the beach, her presence radiating an aura of power and domination. The reality of what had just transpired seemed almost distorted for everyone there, while the planet’s most powerful and revered hero lay fallen, humiliated by the sheer willpower and cruelty of a single girl.

[GISKARD97]

Chapter 4 – Live Stream of Humiliation

Suelen, the personal fitness influencer and coach of the wrestling team, was on the beach, accompanying Tabitha and live-streaming everything to her millions of followers. Her lives were renowned for a mix of fitness tips, provocations, and deliberate humiliations targeted at men. Here is the transcription of the live she did during the hero’s defeat on the beach.

Suelen adjusted the camera as she captured Superman’s abrupt descent from the sky, his imposing presence sending a shockwave through the crowd. For a brief moment, Suelen's eyes showed a slight apprehension, recognizing the magnitude of who was about to face her protégé.

Suelen: "Hey, my loves! You won't believe what's happening here. Superman himself decided to show up! The Living God in person, with that same old justice speech... Let's see how this turns out, huh? Stay with me because I think we're in for quite a show today!"

She adjusted the camera, focusing on Tabitha, who stepped away from the injured young man and directed her full attention to the hero. Suelen took a deep breath, the adrenaline visible as the phone shook slightly in her hand.

Suelen: "Our dear Tabitha was teaching a lesson to a jerk who deserved it. And guess who’s here to interfere? The Supercelebrity. What does he want? Let's find out together but I’m already nervous just watching this scene."

Superman advanced, and the crowd fell into an expectant silence. Tabitha and Suelen exchanged quick glances, trying to conceal the tension and fear growing in their hearts. The monumental nature of that moment was not lost on them.

Suelen, a bit hesitant: "Look at this guy... Really thinks he can solve everything on his own. Does he believe himself to be a god? But you know what, folks... This day promises more than any other. Stay tuned!"
As the tension rose, Tabitha and Superman began exchanging words. Suelen, with trembling fingers, adjusted the camera again, eager not to miss a detail of the dialogue.

Superman: "Enough of this ridiculous scene, young lady. I think your show is over for today. Now you’ll have to explain yourself to the authorities."

Tabitha (laughing, but with a worried look): "Are you serious? Call you? Oh, you must be joking, right?"

Suelen, trying to hide her fear, narrating in a forced mocking tone: "He thinks he can intimidate Tabitha with that outdated talk? Let’s see what happens next..."

When Superman crossed his arms and laughed, Tabitha lost her temper and rushed at him, kicking him with enough force to knock him down. Suelen, incredulous and excited, quickly adjusted the camera.

Suelen: "Oh my God! Are you guys seeing this?! Tabitha just knocked Superman down with a single kick! He was tossed like a clumsy puppet! Did anyone ever imagine seeing this in their lifetime? Comment now!"

Tabitha continued beating Superman, who struggled not to fall into the darkness of humiliation. Suelen captured every detail, alternating between laughter and brazen comments as she watched the unbelievable scene unfold.

Suelen, laughing hysterically: "Man, this is ABSURD! Superman, the unbeatable, taking a beating from a real woman! I’m loving this! This is why men should never underestimate us! Go, Tabitha, crush him!"

Superman tried to get up after Tabitha's last fierce punch, and the surrounding crowd was in total disbelief. Suelen, not missing a single detail, focused the camera on the fight.

Suelen: "He still thinks he can get up? Girls, look at this! The world’s greatest hero, on his knees, being dominated by a teenage girl in a bikini. This is EPIC! Look at all your power now, Super weakling.”

Tabitha then placed her foot on Superman's chest, sticking out her butt provocatively, asking if he was enjoying the view. Suelen panned the camera to capture every detail, careful not to miss a second.

Suelen: "Folks, be serious now! Look at how she dominates him, it’s absolutely incredible! He’s not enjoying the view, is he? Who would have thought we’d see this happen!"

As Superman tried to fight back, Suelen captured every detail of the hero's attempt at recovery. Tabitha, with a mischievous smile, quickly twisted her body, trapping Superman's head in a reverse headscissor. The crowd held their breath, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Suelen, her voice dripping with excitement and provocation: "Wow! Look at this technique, girls! What a show of absolute dominance! She’s got Superman trapped like a rookie! This moment is pure gold and needs to be seen by the whole world!"

Tabitha, holding Superman's head firmly between her thighs, pushed even harder against him, rubbing her butt against the hero's face to further humiliate him. Suelen focused the camera, missing no detail, while continuing to narrate with a mix of mockery and eroticism.

Suelen, laughing uncontrollably: "Guys, are you seeing this? Our girl Tabitha just stuck her butt in Superman's face! Look at him, completely defenseless and humiliated! It's a real spectacle!"
The crowd began to mock the hero, stunned by the scene, and Suelen captured every reaction, intensifying the humiliation for her followers.

Suelen: "You’re witnessing history being made here, folks! The 'God' on his knees, completely crushed by a girl in a bikini! That’s how we show our power! Tabitha, crush him with that butt! Come on, everyone, share this! Let’s make this moment go viral!"

The crowd, now completely engulfed in disbelief and enthusiasm, watched as Suelen continued to intensify the narration, blending public humiliation with a touch of eroticism, turning the moment into an event no one would forget.

Suelen: "Are you seeing this? The great Superman, subdued and humiliated by a teenage girl. And she hasn’t even started yet... Just wait."

Tabitha then, after removing the bottom of her bikini, began to rub her clitoris against Superman's face, extracting pleasure from every movement, her body moving with a sensual and ruthless rhythm.

Suelen, with a seductive and provocative voice: "Look at this! She is literally riding Superman’s face, showing him exactly where his place is. Come on, guys, comment... This is insane! Who would have thought we’d see Superman being 'ridden' like this?!"

The intensity of the scene only increased as Tabitha moaned loudly and pressed harder, her clitoris throbbing against the hero's face. Suelen did not miss any detail, capturing the essence of the moment with an almost sadistic pleasure.

Suelen, excited and delirious: "Folks, are you seeing this?! Our goddess Tabitha is about to cum on Superman’s face! Feel the power! This is true domination! Come on, share it so everyone can see!"
Tabitha reached her climax, her body trembling and muscles contracting, while Superman lost consciousness under the crushing pressure and impact of her orgasm. Suelen captured the exact moment the hero blacked out, his face contorted and stained by Tabitha’s fluids.

Suelen, her voice full of triumph and excitement: "Did you guys see that? Tabitha just knocked out Superman with an orgasm! Did you hear the sound of his bones breaking? Stay tuned, tell your friends... This is a historic moment!"

Finally, as Tabitha slowly stood up and adjusted her bikini, Suelen approached, filming the fallen and disfigured hero, his body lying inert in the sand.
Suelen, with a cruel smile: "So, guys, think he learned his lesson? Remember, girls – anyone can be used and discarded. Men are no exception. Share this video now! Let’s make this go viral!"
Suelen's live ended showing Tabitha’s face, impassive and haughty, as she walked along the sand. Followers and viewers around the world could feel the wave of power emanating from their screens, etching deeply into the minds of the audience the absolute domination they had just witnessed.

Epilogue: Twilight of the Hero

With the hero still unconscious, Suelen realized she had an incredible opportunity in her hands. She lifted the hero by the chin, placed him over her shoulder, and walked away carrying him. No one dared to interfere.
A few hours later, Superman awoke to a familiar and humiliating pressure. He was lying in a confined space, his muscles heavy and his mind foggy, still suffering the effects of his defeat. "When he opened his eyes, he realized he was trapped by Suelen’s muscular legs, held under her absolute dominance.

"Who are you?" he murmured, trying to process the situation. She smiled cruelly, her eyes gleaming with triumph and desire. "Calm down, kitten," she said, her fingers sliding provocatively over his body. "I just need a liter of your semen for some experiments.

Then, maybe I'll let you go." Superman tried to react, but his weakened body rendered any resistance useless. Suelen, savoring every moment, began to masturbate him fiercely, her skillful hands manipulating him with relentless precision. "That's it, sweetie. Just relax," she whispered, her voice laden with sensuality and dominance.

"You'll provide me with what I need, and maybe I'll give you something in return... maybe a good sucking?" Superman felt the wave of humiliation intensify as Suelen manipulated him, his mind struggling to comprehend how such an absurd turn of events had occurred.

 With each movement of Suelen, the hero's body responded involuntarily, caught between the reality of forced pleasure and the crushing shame. "Come on, kitten," Suelen taunted, her voice husky and filled with sadistic pleasure. "Give it your all. Make this a memorable release."

He knew that at that moment, any resistance would be futile. The only hope of regaining some semblance of dignity was to cooperate, enduring the humiliation in silence, and hoping the torture would end soon. And so, the indestructible icon, the symbol of strength and hope, was subdued to the will of a determined and ruthless woman, every second of the experience etched as an agonizing reminder of his newfound vulnerability.
Moreover, Helena and Sophia now had plenty of raw material for the mass production of VigorFem.

[newvintage]

Love the story.

[Sicod]

Great story. My only suggestion is that Superman is best when he acts entirely like Superman...the girls could have just been bratty and made him fight instead of him being insulting.

[newvintage]

Do you have any other stories?

[GISKARD97]

Great story. My only suggestion is that Superman is best when he acts entirely like Superman...the girls could have just been bratty and made him fight instead of him being insulting.

Thank you for the comment. I’ll take it into consideration for any future stories I might write about the hero.

[GISKARD97]

Love the story.

Thanks for the compliment! It means a lot. As for your question about whether I have other stories, the truth is I do have a few, but most are unfinished and haven’t been translated into English yet. Eventually, I’ll finish, translate, and post them. However, the ones I’ve posted so far haven’t been very popular, so it takes me a bit of time to get motivated to write again.

[Scorpion1108]

Great story, out of curiosity, what are the plots of your other stories that you haven't published?

[Scorpion1108]

Do you accept suggestions for possible stories?

[GISKARD97]

Do you accept suggestions for possible stories?

Of course! Just send it over!

[Scorpion1108]

One that comes to mind would be based on Batman TAS, when Batman only had Batgirl as an ally. After defeating Bane near Gotham City University, part of his Venom drug is found by university professor Julia Taylor, who after testing manages to create a serum that increases muscle. So the teacher tries it on herself, obtaining great muscles, and discovers that a side effect of the serum is that it generates a desire to get stronger either by exercising or receiving more doses. Wanting to test the effects of the serum, she decides to test it on a group of college girls who go to the gym that Professor Taylor runs. And taking advantage of the fact that summer vacation is about to begin, Professor Taylor injects the girls with the serum, making them more muscular, and convinces the girls to train during the entire vacation in her gym.

[Scorpion1108]

So after the summer vacation everyone at the University, including Barbara Gordon, is surprised by the enormous change in the girls, who now have a physique similar to that of bodybuilding competitors, so more girls are interested in going to that gym, including Barbara's friends. And because Bruce Wayne left the country, Batgirl decides to investigate on her own by going to the gym with her civilian identity, so after entering, Barbara is injected with the serum, making her stronger, and although at first her new strength helps in her duties as Batgirl, she soon begins to have more violent behavior when fighting, and an enormous need to become stronger. And she also discovers that Dr. Taylor uses the girls to steal money, so that the doctor can continue making more serum for them. So now Batgirl must try to save the girls, or give in to the temptation of becoming stronger.

[Scorpion1108]

I'm sorry if the plot is very long, but I think that this way the story could last several parts, for example Part 1 The doctor tests the serum on herself Part 2 The doctor tests it on college girls Part 3 Barbara is injected with the serum Part 4 Batgirl stops girls injected by the serum, who were stealing, and discovers that more girls are being injected. Part 5 Batgirl confronts the doctor, who injects herself with more of the serum, so Batgirl must chose whether to stop the doctor or give in to the temptation of becoming stronger. Epilogue Batman returns to town, and sees what happened to Batgirl.

[Scorpion1108]

I'm sorry if the plot is very long, but I think that this way the story could last several parts, for example Part 1
The doctor tests the serum on herself

Part 2
The doctor tests it on college girls

Part 3
Barbara is injected with the serum

Part 4
Batgirl stops girls injected by the serum, who were stealing, and discovers that more girls are being injected.

Part 5
Batgirl confronts the doctor, who injects herself with more of the serum, so Batgirl must chose whether to stop the doctor or give in to the temptation of becoming stronger.

Part 6
Batman returns to town, and sees what happened to Batgirl.