Rampage: A Kitty Transformed, Episode 1

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My reimagining of Rampage's debut in Superman, vol. 2 #7, July, 1987. First posted to my DeviantArt page: orange1984blue.

Rampage: A Kitty Transformed
Episode 1 - Superman Down
By orange1984blue

The laboratory at S.T.A.R. Labs hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a symphony of science on the brink of something extraordinary. Dr. Kitty Faulkner stood at the heart of it all, her short brown hair tucked neatly behind her ears, her sharp hazel eyes scanning the glowing monitors. She was a vision of intellect and understated beauty—slender, poised, her white lab coat clinging to her frame in a way that hinted at the curves beneath.

Tonight, she was testing her solar energy converter, a device meant to harness the sun's raw power. For this, she exchanged her lab coat for a more protective chainmail-buffered containment suit, its metallic weave glinting under the sterile lights—a precaution against the unknown.

The experiment began with a flicker of golden light, the converter whirring to life. Kitty's pulse quickened, her breath shallow with anticipation. Then, a surge—uncontrolled, wild.

The room erupted in a blinding flash, a silent flowering sound-wave. Then TOOOOMB!  - a deafening roar swallowing her scream as the machinery exploded. Slabs of concrete sent flying hundreds of feet. Shards of metal and glass rained down.

Kitty's body was hurled against the wall, pinned beneath an accumulating pile of smoking rubble and steel beams.

Pain seared through her, but something else stirred—a heat, primal and electric, pulsing beneath her skin. She gasped, her fingers clawing at the rubble as the solar energy flooded her cells, rewriting her very being.

Her containment suit creaked, the chainmail links straining against her flesh.

Her muscles twitched, a slow, agonizing ripple that started in her calves. She groaned, her womanly voice trembling as her legs thickened, the lean contours swelling into hard, defined ridges. The chainmail stretched taut, the metallic weave biting into her skin as her thighs ballooned, each fiber bulging with unnatural power.

Her breath hitched, a mix of torment and something darkly sensual, as the growth accelerated onward, upward. Her hips widened, the suit's links popping one by one, revealing flashes of orange-tinted flesh beneath. Veins rose to prominence and thickened, elongating over rock-hard forearms toward enlarging hands.

Kitty's arms trembled as she pushed against a beam, and her biceps surged, splitting the chains of her suit with a high-pitched groan. The orange hue deepened, her skin glowing with solar fire as her forearms thickened, veins pulsing like rivers of molten gold. Her chest heaved, her breasts straining against the chainmail before her pectorals erupted into slabs of muscle that tore her tops's little iron rings apart.

Her top separated from her waist, gradually moving upward like a serrated iron curtain revealing a muscled proscenium of enlarging abdominals.

She leaned backward, a sultry guttural moan escaping her lips as her spine elongated, her shoulders broadening into a titan's frame.

Her lovely short brown hair ignited. Wayward strands that framed her face fused upward into a blazing red Mohawk that stood defiantly atop her head. Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding as her mind clouded, intellect drowning in a sea of raw rage and beastly instinct.

She was no longer Kitty Faulkner.

"Arrrargh!" She spammed, scrunching her eyes, trembling as if electrocuted.

Her eyes snapped open when her body exploded, enlarging everywhere in one painful burst, as if something inside her punched her to another level. Her trapezoid muscles surged upward. Her back doubled its width, blasting substantial amounts of broken chainmail away from her torso.

Wild eyed, she saw her abs explode beyond the largest of bodybuilders, each muscle popping into sharp relief, a glistening eight-pack that shimmered with sweat and power.

The chainmail encasing her expansive chest cavity suddenly mushroomed and split, ringlets popping and falling away, leaving her with an iron top struggling to contain pectorals with cannonball breasts and gun shell nipples. Below, stretched atop gargantuan curvaceous thighs, was an incidental and savagely distorted chainmail skirt. Its muscle-ripped remnants of varied lengths jingling around her magnificent waist and rear, luckily covering her privates.

She was now a towering form bathed in the flickering light of the ruined lab.

She flexed, her orange muscles rippling with every movement, a living sculpture of strength and sensuality. She growled, low and feral, her body humming with solar energy, every inch of her a testament to unleashed desire and untamed might.

She was feeling ... thinking ... Rampage.

Above the remains of S.T.A.R. labs, Superman hovered, his cape fluttering in the night breeze, his blue eyes narrowed with concern. He'd arrived moments after the explosion, drawn by the shockwave that rattled Metropolis. Now, he watched, transfixed, as the ground trembled and split.

The rubble groaned as Rampage stirred beneath it, her colossal form shifting tons of debris with ease.

A massive hand burst through the wreckage, orange and glistening, its feminine fingers curling into a fist.

Superman's breath caught as the rubble parted, and SHE emerged—slowly, majestically, a goddess forged in fire and ruin.

First came her arm, thick with muscle, every tendon and vein sculpted in sharp relief. Then her shoulder, a boulder of power that rolled as she pushed upward, debris cascading off orange muscle like water.

Her head broke free next, the red Mohawk rising through the dust like a flame. Her face was a mask of primal fury, her eyes glowing with yellow light, lips parted in a snarl that revealed sharp teeth.

She rose to her knees, the ground buckling under her weight, and Superman's gaze traced the curve of her spine, the way her back muscles flexed and flared like wings of orange steel. Her chest heaved, more ringlets snapping and allying from her chainmail top. Iron, dust, muscles and... breasts. Full and taut atop vast, arrogant pectorals that rippled with each ragged breath.

She stood, inch by awe-inspiring inch, a titan unfolding before him. The rubble slid away, unveiling her legs—tree-trunk thighs that quivered with power, calves that bulged like heart-shaped boulders, visible from her front and swathed with strips of the chainmail that couldn't contain them.

Her abs clenched, a glistening ladder of muscle that caught the sunlight, and her hips swayed as she straightened to her full height, nearly eight feet of raw, sensual strength. Her skin shimmered, slick with sweat and solar energy, every curve and contour exaggerated by the orange glow that pulsed within her.

Superman floated closer, his heart pounding—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming presence of her. She was disoriented, her head whipping side to side, growls rumbling from her throat as she staggered forward. Dust clung to her, streaking her orange flesh, and her Mohawk swayed as she shook herself like a beast awakening. Her arms flexed instinctively, biceps swelling to the size of melons, and her fists clenched, knuckles cracking.

He drifted closer, calling out, "Dr. Faulkner? Can you hear me?"

But she didn't respond—not with words. Her glowing eyes locked onto him, narrowing with animalistic confusion, and a deep snarl tore from her chest. She lunged, a blur of orange muscle.

Superman barely dodged her first strike, her massive fist grazing his cheek with enough force to send a shockwave through the air.

He darted back, hovering just out of reach, but Rampage was relentless. She charged, her legs pumping with explosive power, each step cratering the earth. Her growls a symphony of rage and instinct. Her red Mohawk blazed, slicing forward through a sea of dust like a shark as she swung again.

He caught her wrist, his muscles straining against her impossible strength. No woman can be this strong, he thought. No one!

Up close, she was a marvel—her orange skin radiated heat. Bulbous, defined feminine biceps flexing under his grip, veins throbbing with solar energy. Their solid enormous peaks pushing her  breasts defiantly firm and high atop pecs of strength. Deep within Rampage the subjugated and very feminist Kitty Faulkner was elated and empowered by the sight. Rampage's orange irises blazed. "Roooaasaaargh!"

She roared, twisting free, and drove her fist into his S-shield. The impact sent him skidding across the rubble, his back jack-hammering through concrete creating a fifty-foot wake.

Gliding to a stop at Wake's End was the Man of Steel. Lying on his back, shelved like an awkward marionette shoved into a pile of hot debris. Dark billowing smoke accented his defeat.

Superman was shell-shocked. When had he ever been knocked senseless like that? Shaking it off, he recovered, launching into the air.

Rampage leapt after him, her skirt flowing and thighs coiling, releasing like springs. Hundreds of feet high she tackled him mid-flight, her weight slamming him back to the ground in a crater-creating explosion and plume of dust.

He grunted, pinned beneath her, her massive hands clamping around his arms. Her breath was hot against his face, her growls vibrating concrete dust and debris about his chest as she pressed down, her phenomenal orange muscles bulging with every exertion.

He fought back, heat vision flaring, but the beams only seemed to fuel her. Her orange skin absorbed the energy, her body glowing brighter, her abs tightening into an impenetrable wall. He saw her elated expression between and beyond her impossible chest, smiling as if possessed. Her breasts heaved, turning upward like enormous round turrets, proudly producing gun barrel nipples that lifted, further tenting the weighty iron mesh.

She reared back, her fists hammering down like pistons, each blow driving him deeper into the earth. Her strength was overwhelming, her every move a dance of power and sensuality—her thighs straddling him, her arms rippling as she struck, her Mohawk swaying with each furious motion.

Superman rolled free, panting, and unleashed a sonic clap, hoping to disorient her.

She staggered, clutching her head, but then her lips curled into a feral grin. "Big... strong..." she rasped, her first words guttural and halting. She straightened, flexing her arms, her biceps peaking into mountains of muscle. "Me... sexy... sun... power!"

Her voice was a growl, but there was a gleam in her eyes—pride, lust, delight in her own colossal form.

She charged again, faster now, and caught him off-guard with a swinging elbow that sent him crashing through a wall. Before he could rise, she was on him, her hands wrapping around his throat, lifting him effortlessly.

Her chest pressed against his, her muscles flexing with every breath, and she laughed—a low, throaty sound—as she hurled him skyward. He tumbled, disoriented, and she leapt after him, slamming him back to the ground with a double-fisted earthquaking blow. When the dust cleared, it unveiled a forty-foot crater added to the destroyed science park.

Superman lay within its bowl, dazed, as Rampage loomed over him astride. Her tiny inner-Kitty thought: he's a manly meal.

Her great, partially concealed pussy quivered. She planted a foot on his chest, her calf muscle swelling as she pressed down, her orange skin gleaming in the moonlight.

"Me... biggest... best..." she growled to herself, her voice clearer now, dripping with confidence.

She flexed her arms, admiring her own body, her sun-powered curves a vision of steamy, muscular perfection. "Love... this... me."

He groaned, defeated.

Turning her attention to her chest, she inhaled. A deep and sensual intake of breath. Running her hands up and down the sides of her expansive chest cavity, her cooing sounding like the purr of a lioness. Superman was no longer a concern. What she felt happening between her legs, the wetness, she couldn't articulate.

"Me ... Goddess," she murmured to herself, her breath hitching when her fingers touched her walleyed nipples pressing into chainmail. Her hips swaying, titanic muscular thighs shifting under her skirt. Her Mohawk blazing—a titan reveling in her victory and her own irresistible might.

Her eyes glazed. She spasmed, her head falling forward, chin-to-pecs, drooling, trembling, her core bucking. Her unseen pussy sprayed powerful shots of she love, each spurt so forceful it pulse-tented the heavy iron center of her chainmail skirt. Wetness gorged from under her skirt down her orange thighs. A towering and light feminine rain.

Spunky rivulets tapped and cooled the crater around Superman's prone form, winding streams of smoke, curling up and along her cobra-like calves and dissipating while Rampage stood triumphant. Her massive orange foot planted firmly on this chest.

Watching from below in rapt bewilderment, Superman saw her skirt lift with each convulsing power-wash from her pussy. He heard deeply sexy  feminine grunts and a cry for God while little crystalline rivers streamed down her colossal thighs.

Her calf muscle bulged, a glistening ridge of power that shimmered with every subtle flex, pinning him effortlessly to the shattered earth. She towered above him, her eight-foot frame a monument of raw strength, her red Mohawk blazing like a crown of fire melding with sunlight.

Her orange skin pulsed with solar energy, veins glowing like steams of molten gold beneath her sweat-slicked flesh. She grinned, a feral, toothy smirk, and growled, "Me... biggest... best..." Her voice rumbled, thick with primal pride, as she rolled her shoulders, her trapezius muscles swelling into peaks that framed her thick neck.

The sun had yet to dip below the horizon. It's lingering energy fed her, absorbed throughout the afternoon hour, surging within her cells.

She tilted her head back, eyes glowing yellow, and let out a low, throaty laugh that vibrated through the air. "Sun... make... me... more," she rasped, her words halting but laced with delight.

Her body responded, a shiver rippling through her as the solar power ignited anew. Her biceps twitched, then ballooned, swelling from melon-sized to cannonballs, the skin stretching taut over the expanding muscle. Her forearms thickened, veins bulging like cords, and her hands—already massive—grew larger, fingers curling into fists that could crush steel. Her raven Mohawk lengthened, a hirsute erection growing fuller, thicker.

Superman groaned beneath her, his blue eyes flickering open, chest heaving as he struggled to push against her foot. Her weight was immense, her strength a tidal wave he couldn't stem, but there was something else in his gaze—fascination, a flicker of awe at the sheer, sensual might of her.

Rampage felt it, her lips curling wider as her thighs quivered and grew, the orange muscle piling on inch by inch, widening her stance. Her hips flared, her glutes hardening into twin spheres of power that flexed with every shift of her weight.

She leaned down, her abs clenching into a glistening ten-pack, each slab of muscle sharp and defined, dripping with sweat that caught the starlight.

"Strong... man... mine..." she growled, her voice a sultry snarl as she lifted her foot, only to grab him by the throat with one massive hand. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, her grip unyielding but teasingly slow, letting him feel every pulse of her growing strength.

She hoisted him up, his feet dangling, and her biceps peaked higher, the muscle rippling as it absorbed more solar energy. Her chest pressed against his, her breasts full and taut atop pectorals that swelled with every breath, pushing him back with their sheer mass. Her orange skin radiated heat, a furnace of power and desire that enveloped him.

Superman gasped, his hands gripping her wrist, but her arm didn't budge—it grew instead, the triceps flaring into a horseshoe of muscle that made her limb thicker than his torso. She laughed again, a deep, menacingly sexy sound, and tossed him aside like a ragdoll.

He skidded across the rubble, crashing into a pile of debris, but before he could rise, she was on him. Her body expanded mid-stride, her height surging past nine feet, her shoulders broadening into a wall of orange muscle that blocked out the sky. Her thighs thickened to tree-trunk proportions, each step a thunderclap that shook the ground, and her calves ballooned, the muscle coiling like steel cables beneath her glowing skin.

She straddled him, pinning his hips beneath her colossal weight, her glutes flexing as she settled atop him.

"Big... me... sexy..." she purred, her voice gaining clarity as her mind wrestled with the haze of instinct. Her hands roamed her own body, tracing the curves of her abs, the swell of her biceps, the hard lines of her thighs.

She flexed, her muscles rippling in waves, and her height ticked upward again—ten feet now, her Mohawk brushing the low-hanging clouds. The solar energy pulsed faster, her skin glowing brighter, and her breasts heaved as her pectorals grew, pressing against her chest like twin shields of power.

Superman stared up at her, his breath ragged, his body pinned by her sheer mass. Her orange thighs squeezed his sides, the muscle bulging against his ribs, and he felt the heat of her, the intoxicating mix of menace and allure.

She leaned down, her face inches from his, her glowing eyes locked onto his. "You... like... big... me?" she growled, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing.

Her biceps flexed beside his head, each one larger than his skull, veins throbbing as they swelled further. She was a goddess of muscle and might, her body a playground of power she reveled in—and she wanted him to revel in it too.

He struggled, pushing against her chainmail-covered chest, but her pectorals hardened, absorbing his strength, growing denser with every push.

More of her haphazard bra's tiny iron ringlets warped and popped, unable to contain new pectoral muscle. The ringlets rained down, bouncing off Superman's chest.

She grinned, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand, her grip like a vice as her forearm ballooned, the muscle piling on until it dwarfed his arms entirely.

"Play... with... me..." she rasped, her free hand roaming his chest, her fingers tracing his muscles with a possessive, playful touch. Her nails, sharp and orange, grazed his suit, tearing it slightly, and she growled in approval, her thighs tightening around him.

Her growth accelerated, fueled by the sun's residual energy and her own delight. More iron ringlets warped and snapped from her bra. She hit eleven feet, her shoulders stretching wider, her back muscles flaring into a tapestry of ridges and valleys that shimmered with sweat.

Her abs tightened, each slab growing thicker, deeper, a wall of orange power that pressed against him as she leaned closer. Her glutes swelled, lifting her higher, and her legs lengthened, the muscle piling on in sensual waves—calves like boulders, thighs like columns, every inch of her a testament to her sun-powered dominance.

Superman's resistance faltered, his body trembling beneath her. She was too big, too strong, too overwhelmingly sexy. Her hand released his wrist, sliding down to grip his thick, unbendable rod. Her other hand clamped his face like a steel caliper, forcing him to look in her eyes. She was elated.

"Mine..." she purred, her voice a low, sultry rumble as her lips hovered over his. She slowly stroked him, her large fist around his manhood of steel. Her pace persistent, up and down ... and faster.

She kissed him then, hard and hungry, her aggressive tongue teasing his, her breath a furnace of solar heat. Her chest pressed down, her pectorals engulfing him, and her biceps flexed beside his head, growing again—each one a mountain of muscle. Her left bicep pulsed with every pump of her fist around his cock. She quickly flirted with her bicep, her orange irises sparkled in admiration of its size and luscious strength. Who knew a muscle could so hypnotize a woman. She returned her attention to Superman's cock, it's pre-cum slicked her orange fingers.

Staring at her pumpkin-sized bicep Superman spasmed, then ejaculated like cannon. "Rrraaaagh!" Thick white blasts, powerful enough to pierce a bulletproof vest, ricocheted off her bulletproof chin, splattered her nose and forehead, and dripped into her rigid eyebrows. The event caused her to snarl, revealing the demented self-centered little princess, the spoiled daddy's girl who ALWAYS got what she wanted.

She pulled back, proud, grinning, her fingers scooping thick white liquid from her face, tasting it. Unashamed, and looking him in the eyes, she used her meaty tongue to luxuriantly lick and swallow his special ammunition from her fingers.

Finishing catlike to her content, she move away from him, his arms still around her trapezoids, those ungodly feminine boulders. She stood, a deliberately slow ascent, dragging Superman upward. His booted-toes left the ground, sliding past her ankles, her chain-draped bulbous calves, her wide powerful thighs, and leveled at her waist.

She was twelve feet now. She dwarfed him completely, her orange body a towering inferno of power and desire.

Her hands gripped his, her fingers digging into his flesh. Taking them from her shoulders she spun him around, pressing his back against her abs. The muscle was unyielding, each slab a hot, slick surface that flexed against him.

"Feel... me..." she growled, wrapping her arms around him, her biceps swelling past his chest's width, enveloping him in a cage of orange muscle. Her thighs pressed against his dangling legs, growing still, the muscle rippling as it thickened, forcing his legs further apart.

Rampage knew with titillating confidence that she could fuck him senseless, just like this. She could use her flaming hot muscled carpet of a pussy to pound him into obedience. The thought was too much. She moaned like a muscled whore close to climax. And squeezed.

Superman groaned, his head spinning, caught between exhaustion and the undeniable pull of her. She was a force of nature, a sexy, menacing tempest of muscle and might, and she knew it.

"Love... this... body..." she rasped, flexing her arms harder, her biceps peaking into twin peaks that brushed his ears. The warn feel of her powerful breaths parting his hair. Her chest pressed tighter, her breasts and pectorals a wall of power that pinned him, and her abs rolled against his back, each muscle a sensual wave that teased his senses.

She spun him again. He faced his Lilithian conquerer, her hands under his arms. At thirteen feet now, she spasmed, "Arrragh!" Her breathing coming in quick shuddering gasps.

Her growth showed no signs of stopping, her shoulders a fortress of muscle, her neck thick with cords that pulsed with solar energy. Her thighs swelled wider, her glutes a sculpted masterpiece that flexed as she held him aloft.

"Strong... man... weak... now..." she teased, her voice dripping with naughty delight as she pressed him against her cum-encrusted chest, her pectorals engulfing his torso. She squeezed, her biceps bulging around him, and he gasped, his body trembling under her playful domination.

Rampage laughed, a deep, throaty sound that shook the air, and dropped him to his knees.

She straddled him again, her fourteen-foot frame blotting out the sky, her orange skin glowing like a second sun. Her abs loomed above him, a glistening wall of muscle that flexed with every breath, and her thighs framed his head, the muscle swelling thicker, hotter, pressing against his cheeks. "Sexy... me... get... big...strong." she purred, running her hands over her body, flexing her biceps, her triceps, her glutes, reveling in her own power.

She leaned down, her Mohawk swaying, and fisted the hair at the back of Superman's head. She pushed his face against her abs, letting him feel the heat, the hardness, the sheer sensuality of her. Superman's cock stiffened more powerfully than ever. His massive member embossed by his tight red trunks, intricately detailed and pulsating at the edge of eruption.

Unable to resist any longer, Superman's hands gripped her upper thighs. They were massive, rippling under his touch, wider than his torso and bestraddling a chainmail-obscured, tufted forest of delta. She growled in approval, her height ticking up to fifteen feet, her shoulders broadening into a canopy of power, her chest swelling until her pectorals were twin boulders that pressed high above his head.

"You... love... big... me..." she rasped, her voice a sultry command as she flexed her abs, the muscle rolling against his face, teasing him with its strength and heat.

She lifted him again, cradling him in her arms like a toy, her biceps ballooning past comprehension, each one a monument of orange muscle that pulsed with solar fire. At sixteen feet, she was a titaness, her thighs thicker than tree trunks, her glutes a throne of power, her abs a fortress of sensual steel. She pressed him against her chest, her breasts and pectorals engulfing him, and rocked her hips, a slow, menacingly sexy motion that made her muscles ripple in waves.

"Play... more..." she growled, her hands roaming his body, tearing his suit further, her nails grazing his skin with possessive delight.

Superman moaned, his strength fading, his body overwhelmed by her size, her heat, her unrelenting dominance. She was too much—too big, too strong, too irresistibly sexy. She dropped him again, pinning him beneath her, her seventeen-foot frame a mountain of muscle that crushed the rubble beneath her. Her thighs squeezed his sides, her abs pressed against his chest, and her biceps flexed beside his head, growing still, each one a planet of power.

"Love... this..." she purred, her voice clear now, dripping with lust and pride. Grabbing his magnificent cock, she reared up and swarmed him, swiftly, expertly engulfing his unbending length.

She rode him. Humped slowly. Her body a monolith of muscle and desire. She kissed him again, her lips claiming his, her tongue darting, then prying like a crowbar between his teeth and down his throat, a force of nature that left him breathless.

Her hands roamed, teasing, dominating, her nails leaving trails of heat across his skin. She flexed her entire body muscle muscular, gurgling, a female symphony swelling in unison—pectorals, biceps, thighs, abs—a crescendo of power that pinned him, pleasured him, overwhelmed him.

At eighteen feet, she paused, her orange skin glowing like a supernova. Her Mohawk blazed, her eyes locked onto his, and she grinned, a wicked, sexy smile.

"You... mine... strong... man..." she rasped, increasing the tempo of her thrusts. Faster. She flexed her thighs, her glutes, her abs, letting him feel every inch of her sun-powered perfection. Faster. Her muscles rippled with every thrust. He groaned. She increased her pace. Steady as she goes. Faster. Her eyes narrow. He moaned. Her hips were a blur. She lowered her eyes to his, claiming him, and power-amped her thrusts. Her eyes moved-in, closer. Her orange forehead touched his. Speed... strength... muscle... pleasure.

Superman barely survived her pleasure-quest attack. Those big close eyes fucked him like her accelerated muscle-muff below. Her breasts pushing into his chest, and her chin. She growled, a sexy escalating sound of feminine urgency that only a muscular throat like her's could produce. Her breath warmed his face, adorable jagged little huffs.

That did it.

He spasmed, and then... ecstasy.

He finally lost it, fire-hosing uncontrollably, over and over, up and up into Rampage.

She spasmed and seconds later jerked, locking-up then out with seismic ferocity. Her love spray scatter-blasted his kryptonic core.

He pulled out after more than a minute. With that move, powerful, armor-piercing shots fired. The deadly thin white streams exploded against her face... her chest...her core, buckshots of white bullets no surface could repel.

Doctor Kitty Faulkner was now more than human.

Rampage laughed, her voice a sultry tremor. "Big... sexy... me... win..." she purred, kissing him one last time, her lips a furnace of heat and power. And stood, lifting him with her. At nineteen feet, she held him aloft, dripping with sparkling white cheer. Her biceps peaking into twin suns, her chest a wall of muscle that pressed against him. Then she lowered him gently, her twenty-foot frame looming over him, her orange body a goddess's dream—muscles rippling, sweat glistening, every curve and contour a testament to her dominance.

Superman lay there, panting, alive but utterly spent, his eyes tracing her colossal form as she flexed. Again he was forgotten. She admired herself, loving every inch of her sun-powered body. She growled in delight, her Mohawk swaying, then strutted away, leaving him in the rubble—a defeated hero, enthralled by the sexy, menacing titaness who had claimed him.

In the distance he saw her slow to a stop. She relaxed her mountainous orange shoulders and turned her raven Mohawk toward the sun. Fists clenched, she crouched, even far away the inflation of her thighs was breathtaking. She learned back and unleashed an earth-shaking roar to the Gods of Science. Her sonic gesture of thanks.

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