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[The First One]

With her family's wealth and her own prodigious intelligence, May had always considered herself superior to the average person.  So when she was ten, she decided she would be superior physically, and superior to superhumans as well.  So she made a serum tailored to her genetic profile designed to turn her into a high-grade superhuman.  Even with her intellect and her family's resources, she was only able to make half a gallon.  That proved to be enough.  Upon initial consumption of the compound, she was unchanged.  When puberty struck two years later, however, she started to grow.  The growing pains were agony, but, knowing what they represented, she enjoyed them.  By the time she was fourteen, she was taller and more muscular than her father, who was not a small man.  But she kept the full extent of her strength a secret, only testing it out at night (as she grew she needed less and less sleep) in a scrapyard on the other side of town.  Within a month of her first excursion there, the weight of the biggest vehicles it had to offer felt like nothing.  Her skin grew progressively tougher, with the jagged metal and glass at the scrapyard breaking against it.  She knew she would be bulletproof within a few months, at the latest, and would become more invulnerable from there.  Her senses became more acute, and her digestive system became efficient enough that she no longer needed to use the bathroom.  Her raven hair grew at a prodigious rate, and she soon found that her own fingernails, which evolved into retractable, razor-sharp claws harder than diamond, were the only thing that could cut it.  At sixteen she developed an interest in sex.  She was definitely bisexual, and almost a nymphomaniac, sleeping with any man or woman who caught her eye, sometimes in a full-on orgy.  Her muscle control was such that, even with her monstrous and still-increasing strength and in the theroes of an orgasm, she didn't need to worry about accidentally injuring any of her partners (not that she never did so deliberately if they irritated or, at least in her mind, slighted her, or if she just wanted to), and one additional benefit of her formula was that not only could she simply refuse to get pregnant if she didn't want to, but her clitoris could actually be used to impregnate another woman if she wanted.  She had designed her formula so that she would stop growing after graduating high school.  Going out of her way to hide her intelligence for now, that happened when she was nineteen.  By then she was 8'10 in height, and bulging with over five tons of dense muscle.  Even despite her hulking frame, she had superhuman reflexes, flexibility and agility, and could run eight hundred miles an hour without really pushing herself.  Even her lungs were so powerful she could move most things in the scrapyard with her breath alone.  And if she was right, she could still get even better.  She didn't go to grad night, and she never returned home again.  Instead, she leapt over the school's chain-linked fence and ran to the scrapyard, where she quickly found a mirror.  She flexed and tore out of her robe and the clothes under it, both tailored for her giant body and still incredibly tight.  Those were the last things she would ever wear.  Modesty was a social construct for a society that was beneath her, a society she had the power and right to take what she wanted from.  Flexing and taking in every inch of the goddess-like body she had created for herself, she decided "May" wasn't a name that did her justice anymore.  From that night on, she would be known as Superia.

[The First One]

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