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[Jeremy Lightning]

Alex placed her index finger on the side of her shorts and easily ripped them
away from her body. She leaned down and roughly pushed Superman to the ground.

"Sex with Superman. What girl hasn't had that dream? Only in our dreams we
were completely under your control, succumbing to your incredible power."

Alex chuckled with lust and dominance. "But now you are completely under MY
control Superman! I think we've already established who has the power around
here!"

Alex leaned over and placed her hands on Superman's shoulders, pinning him to
the ground and slowly slipped his steel hard shaft into her waiting vagina.
Smiling, Alex slowly rode up and down, and then picked up the pace. Within
moments, Superman had come hard. Alex moaned at the feeling, but continue to
ride him harder, causing Superman to groan in both pleasure and pain. With a
few more thrusts, they came together! Superman was spend and tried to push
Alex off, but she only smiled back at him.

"Oh, come on, Superman, is that all you've got? I expected much more from a
Super Man."

Alex continued to grind into Superman, kissing him roughly, rubbing her naked,
palpitating chest up and down Superman's torso. Her massive thighs pulled him
closer and she thrust harshly, pounding her powerful body against Superman's
previously indestructible frame, pushing him deeper inside. Her overwhelming
strength and power was more than Superman could handle and he quickly became
hard again. Alex smiled as she felt him grow hard once again and continued her
movement until she came again, groaning with pleasure. The cameras had
continued to role, but neither Alex nor Superman cared. They both let out a
long sigh as Alex finally stood back up. Superman rubbed his shoulder as the
naked, super powered, super muscular teenager smiled down at him. Her blue
eyes sparkled, her red lips puckered and her long, beautiful blonde hair
flowed around her bulging shoulders, traps and pectorals.

Alex reached her hand out and Superman gripped it. She smiled at the fact that
her hand was still much smaller than his, but she was now the one who had to
control how tight to apply the grip. With Superman now standing erect, Alex
licked her lips. She placed her hands on her hips, spread her small feet apart
and flexed up her magnificent muscular body into a classic super hero pose.
Her calves bunched hugely, clearly seen from the front, her thighs solidified
into large separated blocks that hung ominously over her small knees with
perfect teardrops. The massive thighs narrowed dramatically to her muscle
laden, insanely separated abdominals and back out to a huge, barn door
breaking set of lats that spread out to an incredible width. Her chest pressed
out with twin volleyball sized balls of rippling might. Every breath sent them
up near her chin and her erect nipples pointed to the ceiling. Her shoulders
and traps rose up with large mounds of muscle, surrounding and contrasting her
beautiful, young woman features and innocent smile. She was a naked, hyper
muscular, super sexy, ultra powerful young woman and Superman's breath was
becoming shallow once again in both admiration and desire. Alex's smile curled
up as she noticed Superman's eyes get wider. She quickly broke his dream with
a short statement.

"Hit me."

Superman took a step back. He hadn't expected this. "Wh-what?"

"Hit me. Let's see just how powerful my body is. Give me your best shot, right
in the solar plexus."

"I can't hit a girl."

Alex laughed. "I'm no girl. I'm your superior in every way. I'm a Super Woman.
I'm Super Alex. Don't worry, I know you can't hurt me. I just want to prove it
to you."

Superman rubbed his soar shoulder again. She had sure proved to be everything
he had dreamed about and then some. But did he really want to acknowledge that
she was his better in every way. Alex tapped her foot.

"Come on Superman, either hit me or I'll start hitting you. I'm guessing that
won't turn out any better for you."

Superman swallowed. He really did want to continue to please her. Letting out
another painful sigh he reached back and slammed his fist into her stomach
with a loud 'thwack'. Alex smiled.

"Come on Superman, I know you can punch harder than that! I barely felt
anything."

Gritting his teeth he reached back and hit her harder with the same results.

Alex giggled. "Again!"

Superman moved closer and began putting all of weight into his punches,
pounding on Alex's stomach with punches that would capsize a battleship. The
punches echoed off the walls with deep booming explosions, shaking the walls.
Even as he picked up the pace, Alex continued to smile, never moving from her
spot, accepting all of his incredible punches.

"Mmmmmm. Your love taps feel so wonderful. I wonder what would happen if I
actually flexed down?"

Superman looked up into her eyes with surprise and his next punch confirmed
that her statement was true. The dull thuds against her abdominals were
replaced with a loud crack as Superman's fist rammed up against Alex's super
hard contracted stomach! Superman pulled his arm back quickly.

"Ahhhh." He rubbed his hand in pain, wondering if he broken anything. Alex
simply laughed.

"Well I guess that proves just how much more powerful I am! Super Alex is
stronger, bigger and harder than Superman!"

Alex continued to smile at Superman as he rubbed his sore hand. She looked
back at the stunned cameral crew that had continued to tape the entire serious
of events.

"Looks like you guys are getting more than just a weight work-out video."

Giggling, Alex grabbed Superman's good hand and dragged him over toward
another bar. He followed quickly, not willing to continue to demonstrate to
the watching people that she really was that much stronger. Reaching another,
larger looking machine, Alex looked up at Superman.

"Is this the bar with the heaviest weights?"

Superman sputtered out a "Yes." Alex released her grip on Superman, and walked
over to the settings. This one had a top reading of 1,000,000. Superman used
it for dead lifts. The settings could go thousands of times more than he could
lift. This bar was the master, allowing for even more resistance, although
that had never been necessary. After Superman explained everything, Alex
nodded her head, blew him a kiss and moaned with anticipation.

"Mmmmmm. This looks like it might be enough to satisfy these super muscles.
What's your best lift Superman?"

Superman pushed his chest out. "About 10,000 million pounds."

Alex smiled at him and chucked. "Well then I'm sure that's not enough for THIS
super body anymore! My mighty super girl muscles feel energized! Let's try
something a little bigger shall we?"

Alex dialed in 50,000, made sure Superman saw the setting, winked at him and
walked up to the bar.

"Hmmm. Five times your best lift. Five times more weight than Superman can
lift. Well don't worry Superman, this looks like a job for Super Alex!"

Bending down, Alex shook her behind back and forth, showing off her sexy
glutes. She then gripped the bar and looked into the camera and then over to
Superman. Was she really five times as strong as Superman now? Could she
really lift this colossal weight? Letting out a deep breath Alex pulled
against the bar and was able to bring it up to her thighs in one clean
movement! Superman gasped. Alex released her breath. Great Scott! This was
five times more than he could lift and she had pulled the weight up casually.
Alex chuckled at the dumbfounded Man of Steel.

"Yeah, this weight is enough to get me started again. Looks like my super girl
muscles are about to put your super man muscles to shame! If you're the
strongest man on earth, what does that make me?" Nobody gave a reply, they
were all too shocked. Five times stronger than Superman! Inconceivable! But
Alex only continued to smile.

"So, this is five times as much as you can dead lift huh? That would make me
five times as strong as you." Tensing her mighty muscles, Alex narrowed her
eyes. "Then what does this make me?"

In a continued inexplicable display of power, Alex gave Superman a sly smile
and slowly, inexorably, pulled the incredible weight up to her chest! She
wasn't just lifting the weight, she was CURLING the weight! Alex sang out her
declaration.

"So Superman, what's your best curl?"

Superman gasped. "Uh, 500 million pounds."

Alex laughed. "Well look at me. I'm easily curling 100 times that little
weight. I guess that makes me at least 100 times stronger than you now! Not
five times as strong as you, not ten times as strong as, not even 50 times as
strong as you, but ONE."

"HUNDRED!"

"TIMES!"

"STRONGER than the mighty Superman!" Alex chortled with pleasure as she
continued to methodically curl the incredible weight up and down, up and down,
up and down, causing her biceps to bulge bigger than twin melons with every
curl. Veins started to snake their way around her biceps, feeding her
seemingly unlimited strength. Each muscle fiber was on dramatic, bulging
display, showcasing her impossible muscle power and rippling, monstrous muscle
size! Alex licked her tongue slowly around her lips as she continued to curl
the bar with ease.

"Oh yeah, baby. This feels soooooo good! This is more weight than you can even
lift Superman, and I'm curling it! And look at my muscles! They're sooooooo
much bigger than yours now, aren't they? Bigger, stronger, sexier! One hundred
times more powerful. Guess this makes me Super Duper Alex! Take notes
Superman, you'll never see anyone with this much muscle and power! Watch my
form. It's perfect. No leaning forward, no rocking. I'm lifting this weight
with just my arms! A work-out with Superman! Ha! Your work-out isn't even a
warm-up for me now! These muscles are way to powerful for that now! And
speaking of muscles, let's check them out again!"

Tiring of the weight that now seemed nearly insignificant, Alex put the bar
down, looked back at the camera and slowly flexed up her biceps. Arms bigger
than she could have ever imagined before began forming into astounding,
perfectly shaped masses. As she brought her fists upward her mighty biceps
rose bigger and bigger, and the peak pushed higher and higher! The skin
stretched audibly as two of the largest biceps ever flexed formed into small
mountains atop her mighty arms. As her fist reached vertical her gigantic
biceps ballooned into twin mounds with perfectly shaped peaks nearly as high
as her wrists!

"Ha! And you thought your biceps were big! THESE are REAL biceps, Superman!
Big, hard, super strong biceps!" Alex tensed her right arm harder and the peak
rose up even higher! She relaxed her right arm and flexed her left arm,
causing the same incredible muscle pumping action. She continued to repeat the
action as the camera zoomed in. Her peak jumped over nine inches with every
flex! Alex looked back at Superman.

"Kind of makes you feel like a little boy, doesn't it? These muscles put yours
to shame in both size and power! Of course my strength puts yours to shame
too." Releasing her bicep flex she looked back at the bar she had just curled
and back at Superman. "So, think I can lift any more than that? This was
supposed to be a workout with Superman and now all you can do is watch a
teenage girl destroy all of your records. I wouldn't want to disappoint the
fans. Those fans who thought you were the mightiest being on earth. My muscles
are all bulging bigger than yours. My lifts are crushing your best lifts!
Let's show your fans just who in this room deserves to be called super! So
what was that, 50,000 million pounds?"

Reveling in her power, feeling more confident than ever, Alex sauntered back
to the machine and dialed in 500,000!

"How about 10 times bigger still? 500,000 million pounds! If I can curl THIS,
that would make me one THOUSAND times stronger than you! Power even Superman
never dreamed of having, power to move mountains!"

Alex slowly walked back to the weight. She looked at Superman who was once
again taken aback. She had just increased the weight ten times bigger! Who was
this girl? His breath got short as she bent down to pull the weight off the
stand, wiggling her super sexy naked glutes back and forth as her butt added
more muscles and her thighs pounded on slabs of curvy, super dense ropes of
pure power. How could she continue to grow muscles like that right before his
eyes? Muscles with unparallel strength and density.

"Think I can lift this much weight? Imagine, having not just the strength of
Superman, but the strength of one THOUSAND Supermen! All contained in one
muscle bulging teenage super girl!"

She looked up at Superman, slowly licked her lips and pulled against the bar.
It came off the rest, causing Alex to moan, but she was doing it! She was
lifting the bar! Alex grunted a little as she continued to pull against the
hereto unmovable weight, finally bringing the bar up to her bulging thighs.
Superman's hard-on was growing bigger once again. She was now lifting 500
times what he could and he feared she wasn't done with this weight. The fact
that other people were in the room no longer concerned him. His mind was
reeling. He had looked for someone close enough to his power to have
passionate sex without having to concern himself about hurting her. Now this
girl was moving so far passed his might that he worried about himself. But
this only made him want her more. He grunted as his hard-on grew and became
almost painful. Alex looked at Superman and nodded her head with satisfaction.
She was continuing to turn him on with incredible displays of strength and
muscle bulging routines. Alex smiled broadly.

"Oh yeah, feel the burn. More weight than you could ever move! Weight to test
REAL super girl muscles! Ha-ha-ha. This weight is 1000 times what you can
curl! Think I can curl it? Think these super sexy, super powerful muscles can
keep getting stronger? And bigger?"

Before he could answer her arms bulged with newfound size and density as she
slowly brought the weight up and held it. Her arms were shaking a bit and her
face looked strained, but instead of yelling out in pain, she yelled out in
pleasure.

"Oh, Oh, OH!" Her hips thrust forward a bit as the intoxicating tingling
permeating her being. She was getting multiple orgasms from her incredible
strength. Her entire body shook with satisfaction and power! Alex brought the
bar back down, let out a pleasurable sigh and brought the weight back up. Her
biceps exploded even bigger! Easily twice Superman's size! Each rep brought
another squeal of pleasure. Once again she slowly brought the weight up and
down, exploding her musculature off the scale with each repetition! After 20
repetitions she brought the weight down.

"That was FANTASTIC! I'm a muscle bulging, super strong sexy machine! Ha! You
think you've got big, powerful arms? Check out THESE guns! I've got so much
power contained in my muscles now that they feel on fire! You thought my
muscles were big before? You ain't seen nothing yet!"

With that, Alex flexed her arms up into a double bicep pose that rocked the
gym. Never in the history of the galaxy had so much raw power and bulging
muscle might been brought to bear. Her biceps soared up to 60 inches in
seconds! Her biceps were two feet tall from just bringing her arms up!
Superman gasped. Alex merely laughed, looking at his rising hard-on. "If that
impressed you Superman, then this ought to make you cum where you stand!" Alex
then flexed down, unleashing all of her super girl power. Her biceps exploded
upward to 70 inches, 80 inches, 90 inches, to 100 inches around! With two more
quick flexed they rose up to 120 inches in circumference! Her biceps were now
over four feet tall! Her chest pushed out nearly two feet in front of her with
layers of super dense, ripped pectorals! Her legs were bigger than tree
trunks! Her back flared out away from her narrow, muscle filled waist like two
muscular wings. Her bulging, striated super chest pressed out with incredibly
sexy size and pulsing, striated muscle density. Alex growled like young
tigress.

"So, Superman, think you can stand up this much girl power? Do you think I'm
done yet? Do you think I can lift more? How about flex up bigger muscles? Can
this girl get any sexier? You call yourself Superman. Well you're no Superman
to me! I've got more power in one arm than you've got in your entire body!"

Alex released her flex and her muscles reduced back down, but they were still
much bigger than Superman's. She walked over to the machine and set it to
5,000,000. Five TRILLION pounds. Ten times bigger again!

"Guess this is as high as this machine can go. Might as well try and lift it.
After all, this is a work-out with Superman, even if Superman is no longer in
my class."

Every muscle now danced and flexed hugely. Superman was reeling. She increased
the weight 10 times AGAIN!

Alex wiggled her hips as she slowly walked up to the weight. She looked at
Superman, who no longer cared about exposing his huge hard-on. This much power
and raw sex appeal was almost more than he could handle. He shuddered a little
as she winked at him, gripped the bar with ONE hand, and curled her fingers
around the bar one at a time.

"Who needs two arms for this weight? Certainly not Super Alex!"

Alex blew him a kiss and pulled the bar up slowly. She was lifting up a
trillion pounds with one hand! This put her over 10,000 times stronger than
him! He began to shudder with excitement.

Alex bit her lower lip as the power play sent waves of ecstasy all over her
body. Her nipples pushed out over a half inch and pointed strait up on her
muscle laden, gravity defying chest. She glanced at Superman and batted her
eyelashes.

"Well if you thought that was a powerful display, just watch this."

She pulled the 5 trillion pound weight up and then began CURLING the bar. Her
magnificent bicep bulged up into a boulder of pure power.

"Ha! This is 50,000 times what you can curl with one arm? Shows you who has
the power around here doesn't it? Strength, muscle and raw sexual attitude!
Just call me Super Alex, the most powerful woman in the galaxy!"

Alex continued to curl the weight and continued to moan with pleasure at each
apex. Superman was breathing heavy, completing taken in by this mega powerful
girl. After 20 repetitions, Alex switched arms and did another 20.

"Well that proves I'm now 50,000 times stronger than you, but let's see if I
can prove to you just how strong I REALLY am! My monstrous power is flooding
my body! Just watch the monitor! I'm going Super Duper on your ass!"

Alex gripped the bar with both arms and began to press against it, slowly
bending the bar! Superman couldn't believe his eyes. The power to do that was
unthinkable! He looked over at the readings and they began to increase at an
alarming rate as she was applying trillions of pounds of pressure against the
machine! The readings pushed to 2 million, then 4 million, then 8 million,
then 10 million! Alex grinned as she felt her muscles exert nearly infinite
power.

"How's THAT for power Superman! I'm now 100,000 times stronger than you! And
that only took a few seconds! My body is fueled with unlimited might!
Unlimited potential! Bet you thought that 10 million tons was a lot, huh?
Sorry to let you know that I'm not done yet! My muscles have more super power
than this! I'm going to dwarf your so called super strength! I'm going to
dwarf the power of the entire planet! You're witnessing the birth of a
GODDESS! A muscle bulging, super sexy ultra powerful SUPER GODDESS!"

As Alex continued to bend and twist the bar, the reading jumped again! The
results on the machine quickly reached 20 million pounds! She had doubled the
pressure, leaping in power to unthinkable heights! Grunting sexily, Alex
continued to bear down on the bar and the readings continued to increase! The
machine soon reached 30 million, then 40 million, on to 50 million! Alex
laughed as her muscles took on a super sheen!

"Look at those reading Superman! I'm now 500,000 times stronger than you! I
have God like super powers! Yours are a joke compared to ME! Super Duper Alex
is being born! The power to move entire PLANETS is at my disposal! The more I
strain, the stronger I get! There is no limit to my power! My strength is
unlimited! Unfathomable!"

The entire room was glowing from the energy discharging from the graviton
machine and it was soon shooting out sparks! Alex ignored the snapping and
popping from the machine as she twisted the bar in two and began pulling it
into a pretzel! The machine reached 100 million as she was now applying
pressure 1,000,000 times greater than Superman! All of her muscles were now
flexed to incredible proportions! And she still wasn't done! With the might of
1 million Supermen, Alex pushed the bar into a ball and placed it between her
forearm and bicep and flexed down.

"Ha! I'm 1 million times stronger than the Man of Steel! ONE MILLION! I guess
that make me the girl of Titanium! This graviton field can't stop my muscles!
Nothing can stand up against the might of Super Duper Alex!"

The power of a black hole was now being exerted against Alex and it STILL
wasn't enough! As she flexed down against the ball, her mighty forearm crashed
into her monumental bicep and she applied pressure previously thought
impossible! The machine blasted up to 500 million as her bicep and forearm
ground into the graviton ball! Her arm shook as her bicep soared up over 140
inches around as the reading moved to 1 BILLION! One million, billion pounds!
Alex's body shook with orgasmic supremacy as she felt ultimate power flow
through her body.

"YES! I'm now 100 MILLION times stronger than you Superman. If you're 100
million times stronger than a normal man; that makes me a Super Woman for a
Superman! I'M A SUPER DUPER GODDESS!"

Still smiling, Alex tensed her cosmic powered muscles once again and pressed
the ball against her monumental forearm! With one final flex the ball
flattened down to nothing and the machine exploded! Debris rained down, but
Superman and Alex ignored the fall-out. Alex released her flex, looked at
Superman and licked her lips. She glanced down at his throbbing hard-on and
smiled.

"Why don't you come on over here Superman? I know you want to feel my
mmmmmmuscles."

Alex brought her bicep up and flexed it into a gigantic wall of bicep glory,
200 inches around and 8 feet tall!

Superman, pulled in by both fear and the desire to touch and probe the
mountains of muscle on this ultra powerful girl, stepped forward and begins
rubbing the towering biceps as they surged up to nine feet tall! He tried to
squeeze them, but they were harder than any substance he had ever felt!

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Superman began to kiss and suck them, submitting to Alex's unrelenting power.
Alex moaned with satisfaction. Her bicep was bigger than he was! He floated up
and hugged it hard, rubbing his chest, arms and legs around her mountain of
muscle! His hard on pressed against her bicep with both pain and delight.
Alex's breathing got harder and her nipples pressed forward once again atop
her monumental pectoral muscles. Alex let out a lustful sigh.

"Oh yeah baby! Get a load of my super chest. Move down and kiss these mounds
of muscle!"

She flexed them harder, injecting more petrified muscle into her bountiful
boobs, pushing her nipples straight ahead! Superman did as he was told and
moved down, kissing, licking and sucking the beech ball sized, infinitely
hard, striated pecs. He reached her nipples and licked them hard, and Alex
tingled with desire. She released her flex, grabbed Superman by his top and
flung him to the ground. He crashed down hard, creating a small crater. He
moaned as he shook his head. Nobody had ever been able to do THAT before. Alex
quickly mounted the Man of Steel. Only he wasn't steel to Alex. The pleasure
Superman received was soon turned into pain as Alex began to grind down.
Superman shot a load into Alex who smiled down at her play toy. He came again
and again as Alex continued to thrust up and down. The gym rocked from the
super sex. The crew ran from the gym as the building collapse around them and
still Alex pushed harder, crushing Superman ten feet into the ground, shaking
the entire city. Superman was in ecstasy and death throws. Never had he
experienced such pleasure and such pain. Alex's muscles bulged to gargantuan
proportions. She was flexing her muscles up to over THREE TIMES his size! She
gripped Superman's arms and broke them both, pulling him toward her harder and
faster. He muffled a scream as she continued to drive him further down into
the earth. With one last thrust, Superman ejaculated everything he had, his
super power, his muscles, everything was pushed into Alex who screamed with
pleasure! His power was now MULTIPIED with hers! She was now 100 million times
stronger than before! She was now a COSMIC POWERED GODDESS!

Tossing aside Superman's useless husk she flexed her biceps down and they
exploded upward with the power of an entire GALAXY! Her biceps quickly climbed
to 6500 inches around, then 8000 inches around, 10,000 inches around. Alex
felt primordial power rip throughout her body and quickly coarse into the
biceps of her previously frail, little 5 foot 2 inch tall, 19 year old girl!
How long could this continue? Alex's biceps were over 400 feet tall and still
growing! They continued their impossible climb as they reached 11,000 inches
around, 12,000 inches around! 1000 feet around! 500 feet tall! Alex was drunk
with power, overcome with nearly uncontrollable energy. She continued to laugh
as her bicep pushed up to 13,000 inches, then 14,000 inches, up to 15,000
inches!

Alex yelled out. "More! More! MORE! MOOOOOOOORE!"

Raw elemental power blasted into her monumental biceps pushing them higher and
harder. 16,000 inches, to 18,000 inches to 20,000 inches. 2,000 inches for
every second! 152 mind blowing feet! 76 feet in height every moment! Her
biceps were 760 feet tall and GROWING. Bigger than the Statue of Liberty. They
soared up to 22,000 feet, 24,000 feet, 27,000 feet, 31,000 feet, 36,000 feet
in moments! 3000 feet around! 1500 feet tall! Taller than the Sears Tower!
38,000 inches, 40,000 inches! Alex tilted her head back as all of the raw
power was unleashed into the biggest biceps ever conceived! They were taller
than any building on earth and growing bigger every second and at a fast rate!
50,000 inches around, 60,000 inches around! 5000 feet! 2500 feet tall and
growing at an ever increasing rate! 80,000 inches around, 100,000 inches
around, 120,000 inches around! 5000 feet tall! Alex let out a primal scream
and flexed harder! Her biceps soared for the mountain tops! 150,000 inches
around 200,000 inches around, 300,000 inches around, 400,000 inches around!
500,000 INCHES AROUND! OVER 41,000 FEET! OVER 20,000 FEET TALL! AND THEY KEPT
GETTING BIGGER! 600,000 INCHES AROUND, 800,000 INCHES AROUND! 1 MILLION INCHES
AROUND! 1.2 MILLION INCHES AROUND. 100,000 FEET AROUND! 50,000 FEET TALL! HER
BICEPS WERE TALLER THAN MOUNT EVEREST! THEY WERE THE BIGGEST THINGS ON THE
PLANET!

Alex finally let out a breath as she pulled herself back together. She looked
up with her super vision to see how high her bicep peaks were.

"HA! 52,146 feet tall! But not quite tall enough! Time to break the outer
atmosphere!"

With full control of her Galician powers, Alex re-tensed her biceps and she
watched them soar even higher! 1.4 million inches around, 1.6 million inches
around, 1.8 million inches around, 2 MILLION INCHES IN MOMENTS! Her biceps
expanded so quickly that they broke the sound barrier as her peaks reached the
upper atmosphere! WITH ONE FINAL UNIVERSE SMASHING FLEX HER ULTRA POWERFUL
BICEPS EXPLODED UP TO 2.4 MILLION INCHES AROUND AND ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND FEET
TALL! HER BICEPS WERE 19 MILES HIGH!

As her breathing settled down, Alex was finally satisfied and released her
flex so her biceps could begin their incredible descent. She hummed with
satisfaction as all the power unleashed into her biceps was slowly pulled
back. Her body, glowing hot from the power, began to dull back down. She stood
naked in a 50 foot crater, looked around and laughed.

"This planet is not even a match for my powers now."

She reached down and pushed, titling the entire earth one way and then the
next creating earthquakes and floods. The entire earth was nothing but a beech
ball to her now! She laughed again and floated upward. The Goddess Alex then
flew away, quickly escaping the earth's atmosphere. She took off toward a
distant star, looking for adventure.

The End

[yvesderochefort]

Our fanfiction, written by phoenixnz, and inspired by our imaginations.  The women are not muscular but super strong like Wonder Woman or Supergirl

Summary: Clark and Lois face their biggest test yet as they are targeted by a mystery group calling themselves The Illuminati, a supposedly mythical group with designs on destroying Superman.

Superman and the Illuminati
by phoenixnz
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Episode One – Corruption

Part One

A dark Cadillac limousine pulled up beside the Luthorcorp Building and double parked beside the line of parked cars. Traffic came to a shuddering halt behind it and drivers honked their horns impatiently. The uniformed chauffeur got out, staring snootily at the other drivers, while a police officer on a horse approached.

"You can't park here, buddy," he said.

The chauffeur ignored him, nose in the air, hat pulled down to shade his eyes. He quickly moved around to the back door, opening it wide and allowing his three passengers to get out. Two were dressed in the finest European fashions money could buy. Both were wearing long cloaks which seemed incongruous in the warmth of a late Metropolis summer.

They were clearly extremely wealthy and so arrogantly full of themselves that they paid absolutely no attention to the continued shouts and horns of the drivers still trying to pass the huge vehicle.

The third man was dressed simply in a black suit with a white shirt and grey tie. He joined the other two waiting at the kerb.

One of the cloaked men, a man with an aristocratic nose and long, silvery dark hair, spoke rapidly in French to the chauffeur.

"Gustave tourné autour de l'immeuble " he ordered.

"Oui monsieur," the chauffeur nodded.

The three men went inside while the chauffeur went back to the vehicle and got in, driving off. The police officer had written out a ticket and placed it under the windscreen wipers, but it soon flew away.

The dark haired man swept in as if he was attending a premiere event, rather than heading toward the bank of elevators. The other two followed him into the lift, waiting as the car ascended to the fifth level where the main Luthorcorp reception area was housed.

The man swept out of the elevator and stared at the woman at reception.

"Something you want?" she asked casually, glaring at the three men.

"Monsieur Luthor, s'il vous plait."

"Name?"

"I 'ave already told you. Monsieur Luthor, s'il vous plait."

"I meant your name," she said, with an uninterested air.

"I am Baron Yves de Rochefort," he told her, expecting her to be impressed.

"Un huh. Do you have an appointment? Mr Luthor is a busy man."

"I? I do not need an appointment," he said with a heavy accent. "I am the Baron de Rochefort. And I am a very busy man myself. Mr Luthor, s'il vous plait. And I do not care to repeat myself once again."

The woman sighed, yawned, then picked up the phone.

"Yeah, Luce, there's some guy here wanting to see Mr Luthor. Says he doesn't have an appointment. Yeah, I told him that, but ... I don't know. He's got kind of an accent. I can barely understand a word he says. Some baron, or something."

She looked up at the man once again.

"What was your name again?" she asked.

The baron harrumphed in impatience. "I am the Baron de Rochefort."

"Is there something I can do to help you gentlemen?"

The Baron turned and looked at the redheaded woman. She was beautiful. Her facial features seemed to be European in their ancestry. He wondered if her family had come from France, or a neighbouring country.

"And you are?" the Baron enquired.

"Tess Mercer."

Yves de Rochefort snorted in derision. English. The name's origin was either Scottish or English, but the meaning was that of a purveyor of fine silks and fabrics of great luxury. Unless, of course, her name was derived from that of le Mercier, but never mind, he thought.

"I am 'ere to see M'sieur Luthor. Kindly direct me to him."

"Mr Luthor is a busy man. Please state your business."

"Very well, Mademoiselle Mercer. My business is that I wish to discuss an, 'ow do you say, alliance, with Mr Luthor in regard to the one known as Superman."

Tess' eyes widened and she nodded. "Follow me," she said.

The three men followed the redhead to the bank of elevators and joined her in the car. They stared straight ahead, aware of the curious looks of the redhead. But she said nothing.

It wasn't long before the elevator reached the sixtieth floor of the Luthorcorp building. Tess opened the double doors and walked in.

De Rochefort saw the bald man sitting at the glass topped table. He knew much of Luthor's recent history. Luthor had disappeared four years earlier after what had been publicised as an accident at a drilling site in the Arctic. Two of Luthor's men had been killed at the site, after an avalanche had caused the collapse of the structure. Luthor had somehow made it out and had been virtually crippled.

During that time, he had used stem cell research to restore himself back to full health. Lesser men, de Rochefort supposed, would not have been able to survive under such circumstances. But Luthor himself was unique.

"Tess, what the hell?" Luthor said.

"I'm sorry, Lex, but they insisted on seeing you and wouldn't leave until ..."

De Rochefort strode forward. "M'sieur Luthor, I am Baron Yves de Rochefort. This is my associate, the Marquis Antoine de Sade and Doctor Francesco Donatello. We wish to discuss an alliance with you."

"An alliance?" Luthor looked puzzled. "What alliance?"

"May we sit?"

Luthor waved his hand. "Of course."

De Rochefort smiled. But it was not a smile of friendship. Lex could see that this was a man who was used to getting his own way. The Marquis, as well. Both had the look of European aristocrats. The doctor, Donatello, was clearly Italian. His suit was well-cut and obviously by an Italian designer. Armani, perhaps.

Lex got up from behind his desk, not wanting to appear unapproachable.

"We know you are an extremely clever man, M'sieur. We have learned much about you and your miraculous recovery from your accident four years ago. We know about your Project 33.1 and your work with, uh, 'ow do you say, mutants? We would propose an alliance against the alien known as Superman and we would like your assistance in a very special, er, 'ow do you say, project?"

"What project?"

"The hybrid. We wish to study it."

"Hybrid?" Lex asked, puzzled. He thought for a moment.

Doctor Donatello seemed to take his silence for refusal.

"We can take the child with or without your assistance, Mr Luthor. We wish to study it."

Lex still remained silent, trying to think of a way out of this. Firstly, Superman was his enemy, and something he considered to be his property. Secondly, Lex might be a lot of things, but he would never kidnap an innocent baby. From what he'd heard, Lois Lane had given birth to a baby girl a month earlier. There'd been an announcement in the Daily Planet. Mara. That was her name.

Given that he'd lost his own brother in infancy, he was loath to take an infant away from its mother. No matter who the father was. Lex might hate Clark Kent and all he stood for, but he wasn't about to let these aristocratic bastards get their hands on the half-human child of Clark Kent. Not if he didn't want to incur Superman's wrath.

"What is your answer, Luthor?"

"There will be no alliance. Superman may be an alien and a thorn in my side, but he is my problem and I will not ally myself with the likes of you."

"You do not comprehend who you are dealing with, Luthor," de Rochefort told him. "We are very powerful men, you see, and we will do this with or without your aid."

"Get out of my office," Lex hissed. "And stay away from Superman."

De Rochefort turned to his associate and spoke rapidly in French. So rapid that even Lex had trouble keeping up.

"Cette américain refuse une alliance avec nous! Ses gens la sont des vrais barbares ... voila pourquoi il faut aussi surveiller Luthor je refuse que ses anciennes colonies sans histoire et cultures nous donne des orders a nous des européens sans nous il existerais même pas ses primitifs."

Lex knew a lot of languages and he got the gist of the Baron's words. In essence the Baron was berating Lex for refusing an alliance and that Americans were barbarians, without history or culture. The Baron was suggesting they should monitor him as well. Lex didn't appreciate that. Nor did he appreciate the idea that they felt because of them, or their ancestors, America would not exist.

De Sade held out a hand and spoke in French as well.

"Biens sur baron mais nous devons être intelligent nous aurons tout le loisir de les manipuler patience ...patience mon cher ami bientot. "

(Baron, we are on his property, we have to be smart and wait for an opportunity. We need to handle this with patience. Patience my friend. Soon.)

But when the Marquis and the Baron turned cold, sadistic smiles on him, and Tess as well, he shuddered, as if someone was walking over his grave.

De Rochefort's tone was as cold as ice as he continued.

"Listen to me, M'sieur Luthor. You have no choice. You work with me and my associates. I have many friends here in America and we could ruin your company. You would end up a pauper, miserable and alone, forced to wander the streets. I have a good relationship with your government and with some very powerful businessmen who would ... 'ow do you say, be desirous to become majority shareholders."

Take over his company? Over his dead body, he decided.

"Your empire is very powerful M'sieur Luthor, but my Illuminati brotherhood control the world and the system."

Lex drew in sharp breath. The Illuminati? They were supposedly a shadowy group which claimed to be the power behind the world's governments and were behind events designed to bring about a new world order. But Lex had never believed in it and as far as he was concerned it was just a conspiracy theory. But what if they weren't, he asked himself.

"You understand now?" de Rochefort asked, his face a cold mask.

"I don't take kindly to threats," Lex returned, a lot braver than he felt. "And as for the Illuminati, they are a myth."

De Rochefort grinned, reminding him of his father's own shark-like grins when he was about to destroy someone.

"You have one week to reflect on what I have suggested. I am staying at the hotel Sheridan. If you change your mind, you may contact me there."

Lex watched them leave, then looked at Tess.

"Find out everything you can on these people. And I mean everything."

Tess nodded. She walked out, then pulled out a small communicator as her manicured finger pressed the button on the lift. But instead of pressing the down, she pressed up. As soon as the lift doors opened, she walked in, staring straight ahead as the doors closed.

Less than thirty seconds later, Tess emerged on the roof of the Luthorcorp building. She pressed the communicator into her ear and activated it.

"Watchtower, this is Mercer. We have a problem."

***

The lift ground to a squeaky halt and the doors opened with a creak. A pair of feet in patent leather high-heeled shoes walked out backwards, followed by four wheels of what could only be a baby carriage. The wheels spun around and the high heels turned, walking forward.

The woman was dark-haired and beautiful with hazel eyes that seemed to be rimmed with gold. She walked with confidence as she pushed the carriage along the corridor, ignoring the looks from co-workers as well as the whispers. Her waistline still showed signs of a pregnancy, her belly soft and slightly rounded.

A hand came down to gently stop the carriage. Lois Lane-Kent stared up at her tall, dark and handsome husband. She lifted her hands, circling her eyes in what was by now a familiar gesture. Clark Kent looked absently at her, then his eyes widened.

"Honey," she said. "I know you hate wearing them, but this was your idea, remember?"

Clark hurriedly pulled his horn-rimmed spectacles out of his pocket and put them on. Instantly he went from tall and rather spectacular to stooped and, for want of a better word, nerdy. His hair was slicked back and he smiled sheepishly.

"What are the two of you doing here anyway?" he asked as he opened the door to their small office. Lois noticed the names on the door. The name Clark Kent was written above hers. She supposed it was done alphabetically, but she was top banana in this working partnership and everyone knew that. The only time Clark Kent ever got top billing was ... actually, she told herself, she still got top billing there too.

"Mara was missing Daddy," she answered finally, taking the opportunity to check out her husband's tush of steel. "She kept asking for you."

"She's a month old, Lois. She's not even talking yet."

Caught, she thought. Ah well, can't win 'em all.

"Okay, sue me. I missed this place."

"Lois, you're on maternity leave," Clark sighed.

"Yeah, and who knows what you'll mess up while I'm gone," she said as he picked their daughter up in his arms just as she started to cry. It was still amazing to her how his super-hearing could pick things up in an instant. He began to rub his daughter's back and she began to coo.

"It's amazing how you can do that," Lois marvelled.

"I guess I just have the magic touch, Lois."

"Cute Kent. But I am still getting those Ops guys to change the door."

"That's if you can find them," Clark commented dryly. "Since they heard Mad Dog Lane was on the prowl, they've developed skills in hiding that even Superman would be hard-pressed to beat."

***

De Rochefort paced the hotel suite. It did nothing to settle his mood. He was pissed at Luthor. But never mind, he thought. Luthor was but an insect to be crushed.

De Sade entered the room and spoke in rapid French.

"Les hommes viennent d'arriver a la ferme." (The men are on their way to the farm)

"Excellent," de Rochefort smiled. But the smile didn't reach his eyes. "What have they told the sheriff's man?"

"Exactly what you told them to say."

One hour earlier

"Sheriff Rutherford?"

A man aged in his late thirties was sitting at the desk in the sheriff's office in Smallville. He looked older than his age of thirty eight – he would be thirty-nine in three months. His face had a drawn, pale look to it and his eyes appeared sunken. There were dark shadows underneath.

"Yes?" he said, looking at the two men who had walked into his office. They looked official enough, with what appeared to be expensive suits.

One of them waved an identification badge which looked suspiciously like government agent. But there was something off about them. They didn't smell like government agents – or at least the government agents he knew. Since most government agents were poorly paid and these guys looked like they didn't buy off the rack.

"We'd like to talk to you about a Mr ..." the man consulted a notebook. "Clark Kent?"

"What for? And let me see those badges again."

"That isn't necessary, Sheriff," one of them said coolly. Rutherford's hackles were instantly up.

"I don't give a rat's ass what you think is necessary. I want to see those badges again. Now whip 'em out."

He peered at the badges, noting down their numbers and the departments the two men, Crawford and Hammersley, worked for. He would make some phone calls later.

"Now, what do you want with Mr Kent?"

"You're an intelligent man, Sheriff. So we'll get straight to the point. Our agency is investigating Mr Kent."

"What for?"

"That's classified."

"Like hell it is. Mr Kent is a citizen and a respected member of this community, not to mention the fact that he is the son of a United States Senator. And believe me, he could make a lot of noise, and not just through that paper he works for. If you think I'm going to look the other way, while you boys turn that farm upside down, well you can forget it."

Crawford and Hammersley walked out of the office, sighing. Obviously the sheriff's reputation as a straight arrow was right on the money. They had already decided that buying their way into getting onto the farm weren't going to work with the sheriff.

On the other hand, they thought, there might be hope yet with the sheriff's deputy, Kelley.

"Mr Kelley," Crawford said. "Might we have a word?"

They pulled the younger man aside, out of the hearing of Rutherford.

"It must be difficult, trying to raise a family on your wages," Crawford said. They'd already done their research on the younger man and had learned he worked two jobs just to feed his family.

"It has its moments."

"We know some people. In the Bahamas. We can get you a good job. You can leave Smallville, with your family."

Hammersley took out a wad of cash and Kelley eyed it greedily. They'd known he was not above corruption and bribery, for the right price.

"The Bahamas, huh?" he said.

The two men nodded.

"And what do you want in exchange?"

"You screen any calls about any intruders at the Kent Farm. We know that Kent is working at the Planet today and his wife is out. We just need two hours max."

"Do I want to know what this is about?"

"It's better you don't. Do we have a deal?"

Kelley was still eyeing the money. He nodded cautiously, then took the money.

"You guys better not be kidding about the Bahamas."

"Sure," Crawford smiled. "We'll be in touch."

They headed to the farm and began their search. They were looking for anything which might connect Kent to Superman. Their superiors suspected that Kent was Superman, but they needed proof.

Crawford started upstairs, checking the master bedroom. There was a wedding portrait on the wall next to the bed of Lois Lane and Clark Kent. Married a year and already with a baby. He snorted in derision. Freak, he thought. He hated Superman. There was no doubt in his mind that Clark Kent was the alien. And it bugged the hell out of Crawford. Superman thought he was so superior, up on his high moral pedestal, telling people he was here to guide the people of Earth, not to interfere in human affairs. Sure, Crawford thought.

That was why the Illuminati was so interested in Superman. His presence upset their plans for the new world order.

He made his way into the next bedroom. It had been converted into a nursery. There were motifs on the walls. Fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Idiotic parents, Crawford thought. Well, it wouldn't be long before they would have the hybrid child. And once they had that, they could control Superman.

There was a yell from downstairs and Crawford ran, drawing his gun. He stared at the beautiful blonde holding Hammersley up against the wall by the throat.

Supergirl.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my friends' home?" she said with a glare that Crawford was sure would have turned them both to ashes if the alien girl had been so inclined.

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"Who are you and what are you doing in my friends' home?"

Crawford pointed his gun at the blonde.

"Put him down Supergirl, or I shoot."

Supergirl smirked at him. "Guns can't hurt me," she said.

"No," Crawford smirked back, holding up the gun. "But Kryptonite can. We came prepared. This gun is loaded with Kryptonite bullets."

Supergirl's blue eyes turned fierce. She was assessing the situation. Unsure whether he was bluffing or not. It didn't matter, Crawford told her silently. She would give in.

She dropped Hammersley.

"Who are you?" she said.

Crawford pulled out his identification, thinking quickly.

"NSA?" she asked, staring at the badges curiously.

"We have been investigating Smallville," he told her. "Specifically some odd incidences which have occurred over the past twenty years or so."

Kara crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them. "That still doesn't explain why you're in the Kent home."

"We had hoped to talk to the Kents. Specifically Clark. He has lived in Smallville all his life."

"Why?"

"Because we suspect there are links to a terrorist organisation here."

Crawford continued to watch Supergirl. He knew she was concerned about the peace and safety of Smallville's citizens. As well as Metropolis. He paused, waiting to deliver the punchline.

"What link?"

"Do you know Lex Luthor?" he said.

She continued to glare at them. Supergirl was an enigma. She had appeared on the scene almost two years ago, raising the profile of the so-called 'superheroes'. Crawford studied her. She certainly was beautiful. What he wouldn't do to have those long, golden legs wrapped around him.

Supergirl was saying something and he looked at her, realising he'd become distracted. He wanted to find out who she was when she wasn't in uniform. He would love to capture her. Take her as his own.

The blonde was clearly not happy at their presence. After berating them, then seeing the two men off the farm, she flew off.

Two and a half hours later, Crawford reported to de Rochefort at the hotel. Crawford bowed in total respect to his superior.

"Monsieur, je regrette, we were unable to search the farmhouse thoroughly. We were interrupted by Supergirl."

The baron swore in French.

"Qui est Supergirl ?" (Who is this Supergirl?)

"We are not sure, Monsieur, but I intend to find out."

"Do that!" the baron snapped.

Crawford bowed again and left to join Hammersley at the NSA office in Metropolis where he began making a few phone calls. He had a friend in the Department of Domestic Security, and he was sure the friend could shed some light on things. There had been an incident a few years ago that he was sure ...

Crawford idly tapped some keys on his laptop and found himself searching through the net for something on the girl. He found some photographs taken of the girl when she'd first come to Metropolis. She certainly was very beautiful.

Crawford glanced at his colleague. Hammersley remained completely ignorant. But then no one had figured out that Crawford had been placed here by his superiors in the Illuminati. Members of their group had infiltrated every part of American society, from politicians to police officers.

As he continued to stare at the images of the girl, he felt himself hardening. He moaned as quietly as he could, the brief fantasy he'd had in the farmhouse still on his mind. No one else knew about his sexual proclivities either. At least, not that he knew of.

He finally managed to reach his friend in the DDS.

"Supergirl? Yeah, I think there was some incident a few years back. But the guy you want is dead. Can't help you."

"Who was he?"

"Carter. Look, I don't know what happened, since I wasn't in Washington at the time. All I know is, Carter was claiming there was some kind of ship found in Kansas in 2007. And there was some kind of incident involving a lab tech who apparently let a girl get hold of his security pass. She broke into a DDS secure facility. And the tech claimed it was Supergirl. "

Crawford reported this information to the baron, who was pleased with the information. But it still wasn't enough. All it suggested was that Supergirl had been on Earth a lot longer than she claimed to be.

Their research showed that Clark Kent had had a cousin from Minnesota. The story was supposedly that the cousin had been the daughter of Jonathan Kent's cousin David. Crawford mused over that little bit of information. It sounded as believable as Clark Kent being from Earth, he decided. Since he knew for a fact that the cousins had been estranged and there was no way the daughter of some distant cousin would come to visit Smallville, let alone stay for an indeterminate period.

De Rochefort himself looked satisfied as he read the full report. De Sade looked on.

"This is the proof we need, no? They are cousins."

"Not yet," de Rochefort told him. "But Supergirl is clearly protective of the Kents. This may be of use to us."

"In what way?"

"Send Crawford to talk to the girl."

De Sade smirked. "Given his proclivities ..."

"I am certain he will do whatever it takes to get the girl to see things his way."

The two men smiled evilly.

***

Tess marched into Watchtower, flinging the doors open. Chloe glared at her.

"You know, when I had to disappear off the radar for a few months, I said you could help. I didn't say it gave you free reign to come and go whenever you pleased."

"This is important, Chloe, you know I wouldn't be here otherwise. When are you going to stop treating me like the enemy?"

"You happen to still be working for the enemy," Chloe pointed out.

"And you know very well I'm only working there to keep the League abreast on everything Luthorcorp. Especially since Lex forced Oliver out." She sighed. "Besides, it's a good thing I was there today."

Superman chose that moment to drop in. Green Arrow wasn't far behind. Oliver pulled off his hood and looked fondly at Chloe. He patted her on the backside.

"Hey," he said.

"Watch the hands Queen," she said grinning at him.

"Party pooper," he told her. "You know, we really should get some kind of bed in here," he leered suggestively at her.

"Ugh, I may throw up," Tess intoned.

Clark just raised an eyebrow. "Get used to it. Those two are still in the honeymoon phase."

"Hey, just because we have a healthy sex life," Oliver protested.

Clark sighed. He'd known what that was like once. Before Mara came along. He loved being a father – he really did, and he understood that Lois needed time to recover from the birth, but he missed those days when he and Lois could slip away for a little fun without having to worry about deadlines, or a baby screaming for attention.

Chloe had returned for good nine months after Oliver had been captured by the Suicide Squad. Chloe had explained that she had had to exchange herself, then go underground to learn what she could about the threat they were all facing. Once it had been neutralised, she had returned.

Oliver, ecstatic that she was back, had proposed and they had married three months ago. And they took every opportunity they could for some 'alone time'.

"So what's going on Tess?" Clark asked.

"Lex had some visitors today. Have you heard of a group called the Illuminati?"

Chloe quickly typed on the computer, bringing up some information on the screen. They read quickly.

"The Illuminati," she said. "Historically the Bavarian Illuminati, from the Enlightenment period. They were a secret society, founded in 1776."

"That's one interpretation," Tess told them.

"There have been others, though. Through fiction," Chloe said, reading.

"Remember the Da Vinci Code? Angels and Demons?" Clark said. "Supposedly the Illuminati were involved."

"And they're supposedly behind the push for a New World Order. Survival of the fittest."

"Yeah, but we're getting into the realms of conspiracy theories," Oliver pointed out.

"What if we're not?" Tess said. "Because I just met three people today who claim to be the Illuminati. Or one branch of it."

She quickly related to them what had happened in Lex's office.

"They're asking for an alliance with Lex? And they threatened to destroy Luthorcorp if he didn't go along with it?" Clark asked. "What did Lex say?"

"What could he say? He tossed them out of his office. But that's the problem Clark. This baron, whoever he is might just look like he can do it."

Chloe was quickly doing some research on the computer.

"Well, he's certainly connected," Chloe told them. "He's not only from one of the oldest families in France, but he's also a powerful figure in the French government.

"Yes, but why would the Illuminati want Mara?" Clark asked.

"Because she's half Kryptonian," Chloe answered, before Tess could. "And they could study her. Use her against Superman."

"But ..." Clark frowned. Then he seemed to understand. "Superman is a threat to the New World Order."

Tess nodded. "There was a journalist, forced to go underground. Several years ago he wrote several books on that subject. He postulated that every event, whether it was Kennedy's assassination or the planes flying into the World Trade Centre was all part of a plot to take control of the world's governments."

Chloe looked at them. "There's also the theory that this baron is part of another secret society."

"La Rose Noire," Tess said.

"The Black Rose?" Oliver asked. Chloe nodded at her husband.

"Essentially, it's a group who seek to influence governments all over the world. It's been going since the early seventies and one of their major interests was in creating one government. And their idea of doing this was through nuclear power. That's why a lot of the superpowers have been stockpiling nuclear weapons. And that's why the French government was undertaking nuclear testing in the Pacific. Especially places like Moruroa Atoll."

"I thought Greenpeace managed to stop that?" Tess asked.

"Maybe in the area, and that was only after French secret agents bombed one of their flagships in New Zealand."

Clark looked questioningly at Chloe.

"What?"

"The story goes that the Rainbow Warrior was visiting New Zealand, because the government had declared New Zealand a nuclear free zone. Any ships that carried nuclear weapons or was nuclear powered was not allowed in their ports. And it was believed that the DGSE Direction Générale de la Sécurité Extérieure sent agents to stop the Warrior from sailing to the atoll to protest the latest round of testing.

"There were apparently two bombs on board. The crew were evacuated when the first bomb exploded, but a photographer went back to get his equipment so he could take pictures of the damage and he drowned in the second blast."

"Wasn't there a huge outcry?" Oliver asked his wife.

Chloe nodded. "There were only two agents caught and arrested and the French government threatened economic sanctions which would have crippled the country if the agents weren't returned."

"Okay, so how does this relate to La Rose Noire?" Clark asked.

"De Rochefort is rumoured to have villas in Tahiti and in New Caledonia. That's near where the nuclear testing took place over thirty years ago. And while the French government admitted responsibility for the bombing, there are some that suggest that there was a bigger influence behind it."

***

Lois was just getting Mara off to sleep when she heard the screen door open downstairs.

"Clark?"

She turned, heart pounding as she saw Kara in the doorway.

"Kara. God, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"I'm sorry, Lois. I just wanted to make sure you and Mara were okay."

"Why wouldn't we be?"

Lois stared at the blonde, puzzled. But she quickly grew concerned when Kara told her what had happened that day.

"Does Clark know?"

"Not yet," Kara told her. "But he will."

Lois sighed. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Were they ever going to have a peaceful life?

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Superman Gets Cocky
by FemaleMuscleWorship89[?]
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Metropolis is now the new Gotham. The face of evil, the soul enemy of the man of steel has found a way to banish the worlds hero forever. Superman changed the world for the better. Since he started to use his powers to help others Earth became a much better place. Years gone by and Superman defeated every villain that tried to murder him and he played an important role in bringing worldpeace. Metropolis had almost a zero crime rate until Lex Luthor decided to defeat the man of steel once and for all. Despite the fact Lex failed several times in killing Superman he founded a way to definitely bring Superman out of the picture.

When Superman landed as an baby on Earth parts of his homeworld crashed with him. Later on villains discovered that these radioactive parts weakened him and evenly could kill the man of steel. Despite this huge advantage Superman survived the few attacks with Kryptonite, most of the time he had luck but sometimes help from others. After every attack allies destroyed the Kryptonite so the material became more and more rarer. On an moment there were only two people that had an Kryptonite rock: Bruce Wayne and unfortunately Superman's greatest enemy: Lex Luthor. Lex Luthor is not only evil to the bone but he is also highly intelligent and has an great amount of resources. Lex became aware that Kryptonite became harder to find on Earth so he decided to search a way to duplicate the material himself. His team of well-paid scientist succeeded under his leadership in duplicating Kryptonite. However, knowing the great intelligence Superman's friend Batman has he decided to make living on Earth impossible for the man of steel without the possibility to reverse this process. Lex made an liquid and fluid form from the Kryptonite and mixed it in everything that could be used in the body and the environment of humans all over the world. The kryptonite was mixed in every Sprite, water, coffee or other drink or food humans could consume. An Kryptonite sticky substance was spread true the air so it would be everywhere you can imagine: the walls, cars, trees... Lex thought of everything: there wasn't a place on earth Kryptonite wasn't there. It spread true the rain and air but also true everything an human consumed. Lex Luther realized everything in just an week but he chose Metropolis as the last place on earth that would be filled with Kryptonite. Lex arranged that Superman would have his hands busy with solving crime activities so the man of steel would die in his own city. Lex knew that the man of steel has a living place in Metropolis.

At night Lex completed the last phase of his evil plan: the pollution of Metropolis with Kryptonite. It is that night that Bruce Wayne discovered that the composition of the air was changed. After examining the air and the water in Gotham City Bruce figured out this was meant to harm or even kill Superman. Bruce immediately got in action:
"Alfred, prepare my jet. This is an emergency."
"What is it Master Bruce?" asks Alfred.
"No time to explain Alfred. I will leave in two minutes."
Bruce calls to Clark who is already weakened while sleeping. Luckily the man of steel answers but it's clear he is already very weak...
"Clark, where are you? Are you okay?"
Superman coughs.
"Actually, no I'm not okay. But when I got in my bed everything was fine."
"Clark, Lex Luthor polluted the world with Kryptonite. It's everywhere. Stay where you are, try to stay alive, I'm coming to get you away."
On that moment Clark faints due his weakening state and so Bruce knows the clock is ticking.
Batman flies with his jet to the apartment, he breaks the window and lets his jet fly on autopilot with a bridge to the window. Clark is unconscious so Bruce knows he is in a bad state. Bruce brings him in the jet and closes the cockpit. Luckily Batman his jet has an air filtering device, something Batman thought off after an gas attack on him years ago. Batman flies at high speed to the batcave with Superman where the man of steel can recover from his wounds. Batman, sufficient as always has clinical room especially build for the man of steel. Also there is no Kryptonite pollution in the cave. After a few days Superman recovers... Bruce is busy on his supercomputer when Clark walks to him.
"Bruce, thanks for saving my life. I am in your debt. Do you know what happened? I remembered you said something on the phone about an Kryptonite pollution..."
"Clark, Lex Luthor must founded an way to duplicate Kryptonite because the amount of Kryptonite needed for what he did is enormous. He polluted everything on Earth with the material. It's everywhere: the sewers, the walls and bricks, the trees, plants, earth, the air... even in every human body. There is no place on earth safe, except this cave because I'm foreseen on pollution on Earth, although I never thought it would be this kind of pollution."
Clark is speechless. But then he has a little hope:
"But you can reverse this Bruce, right?"
"I'm afraid not Clark. Look, it is mixed in the human body, even if I could remove it from every material on Earth you would still be forced to avoid every human on the planet. The past days I thought of an solution but there's really nothing I can do. Besides, Luthor is able to infinite duplicate the material, so I don't see an way out of this. I'm sorry."

Clark is disappointed. He made it his life purpose to help others but know he is doomed to stay in Batman's cave if he wants to live or survive. Months go by and the world has changed. Superman not only single-handed stopped villians in his town and elsewhere he always played an important role as mediator for bringing peace in country's in war. Now with Superman out of the picture it seems everything is even worse than before the man of steel introduced himself to the world. The world is screaming for Superman to come back but the majority assumes the man of steel is dead. Scientists already discovered that everything is polluted with Kryptonite so that makes that scenario even more plausible , although some of them still have hope because his body is never discovered. Now the positive influence Superman had on politicians is gone Lex Luthor succeeded in becoming the president of the United States. Slowly he is changing the US in an stratocracy. Clark follows everything from an distance, unable to act and feeling meaningless in this now dark world. But then his friend Bruce comes with an possible solution.

"Clark, I must discus something with you..." says Bruce on a very serious way, even for his standards.
"Okay, I know things are bad but you act like you are in an dispute with yourself."
"Actually I aim. Look Clark, from the moment I took you here I searched for an solution to your, but in fact now the world's problems. Like I said and repeated several times: there is no possible way I can reverse the Kryptonite pollution. But then I walked an different path. Instead of accepting the fact you are vulnerable to Kryptonite I started searching for a way to make you invulnerable."
"You mean you searched a way to make me or my body invulnerable to Kryptonite?" asks Clark.
"Yes and I succeeded, actually an month ago. But I wanted to examine everything carefully. Not only for your health but as you now I hate the idea of an being unbeatable, without any weakness."
"Bruce, you mean you are able to make me invulnerable to Kryptonite now??"
"Clark, I wanted to do more research and to find a way to be able to reverse it so you could be stopped if needed. But now Luthor is changing America into an dictatorship and our country is on the break of war with the rest of the world I must act now. Look Clark. I've created an machine that will change your DNA. You will have the same powers and strength as before but you won't be vulnerable anymore to Kryptonite. I don't know if there are any side effects and I want you to promise me to stay the man in heart as before..."
"Ofcourse Bruce, I never misused my powers, you know that."
Batman prepares his machine for Superman's transformation. First Superman will be exposed to Kryptonite where after the machine will inject an substance that will change his DNA. Nervous but determined Superman steps into the machine.
"Clark, this will hurt first but then the needles in your body will be rejected and the substance will emerge with your cells. It won't take long. I hope I'm doing the right thing."
Bruce activates the machine. Superman is exposed to Kryptonite so the needles can penetrate his skin. Superman screams out of pain, the substance in his body hurts but it's an process he must go true. After minutes of unbearable pain the transformation process ends and Superman steps of the machine. Immediately Bruce runs towards him.
"How do you feel Clark?"
"Good, I feel good. I don't feel any difference though."
Suddenly Bruce shows him the Kryptonite rock used to penetrate his skin. At first Clark backs away and scares...
"Holy... It worked? It actually worked? I don't feel anything!" cheers Clark. He then tries to fly to test if he still has all his powers. And it works! Superman still has all his strength and abilities but without his vulnerability to Kryptonite!
"Clark, stay focused. There is an lot to do. Look, I secretly observed Lex Luthor and filmed him in the White House. I have a lot of objectionable material. If you will hard handily take on Lex Luthor you must use this to justify your deeds to his allies. I'm sure the citizens and Western world will support you but to avoid war with his allies you must show this to them. Luthor planned to invade his allies after they would helped him conquering Europe.
America became the new North Korea: an country isolated from the outside world although with an lot of powerful allies. Superman visits the leaders of these countries. Some of them immediately want to attack America but knowing Superman will depose Lex Luthor they let the man of steel handle it. Now Lex Luthor doesn't has any allies anymore he plants an device on every nuke. This device gives batman control over the codes so they can prevent Lex Luthor to launch an attack. Finally after months of secretly oppose to Lex Luthor Superman decides to show him back to the world. This is the day he will free America from dictatorship and depose Lex Luthor as President of the United States. With the help of Bruce he simultaneously broadcasts an radio and TV-message all over America:
"Citizens of America. Yes, you are seeing it right. This is Superman speaking to you."

Lex Luthor is in the white house when one of his servants comes barging in the room:
"Sir, you must see this."
Lex Luthor is smoking an sigar with his feets on the desk.
"How dare you to come unannounced in my office!"
Lex Luther is about to give orders to kill the servants when the servants says:
"Superman is back sir!"
"WHAT? That's impossible! He's dead! There's Kryptonite everywhere!"
Lex powers on his TV and sees his employees are right. Superman asks everyone to fight agains the repression under his leadership. A couple of moments later Superman flies true the walls right into the Oval Office. Immediately Lex runs towards his desk and activates the Kryptonite-laser beams. But to his surprise Superman feels nothing.
"This ends now Luthor. Your reign of terror ends here!"
Lex commands his people to attack him but an few seconds later civilians brake in to overpower the White House.
Lex is being captured and all the criminals he let loose are one by one send back to prison by Superman and batman. In a couple of months America is back an democracy with elected leaders and freedom of speech. There is peace everywhere and like before also the world became an better place. The people of America is thankful that Superman saved their lives and brought Lex Luthor to justice. Superman is even more appreciated the human race and admired by an lot of woman. But although it wasn't noticeable before, Batman's fear has become reality: Superman is still helping others but is at the same time more an cocky person. Probably knowing he has no more weaknesses is making him to confident. Especially towards woman. He broke with Lois, with the reason she did not enough to support him against Luthor, but is since then also very loose against every beautiful woman that crosses his pad.

The first woman Superman 'uses' is Jane, a gorgeous woman that he met on a fundraising. Jane has her own gym and she has a very gentle heart. With her gym she gets people of the street and gives them free shelter. Most of the time she helps woman and in her gym they learn to work: work for money but also work to be in shape. Jane herself is an toned, fit and gorgeous girl with huge breasts for someone with her model. Superman gives an speech and meets several of the people Jane helped the past months. Jane then invites Superman to her private room. Normally the man of steel would then leave the scene when woman invited him to private areas but since he is more loved and powerful than ever he doesn't mind anymore. He goes with Jane in her living room and goes in the couch.
"Can I give you something to drink." Asks Jane.
"Ofcourse" answers Superman. "You can give me just a glass of water."
Jane weares a sexy bikini, something that is very normal in a warm environment like hers, she always longed for a moment with superman alone. That's understandable, luckily the man of steel always used his brains but this time it seems different. Jane takes place next to Superman and made the living room a little more 'private' and gave it an romantic ethos.
"So Jane, it's nice what you accomplished here." Starts Superman.
"Thanks, that means an lot from you. Do you like it here?"
"I surely do, thanks. "
"I mean, do you like what you see?" while she shows her cleavage to Superman and gently starts caressing his scroth. Normally Superman uses his mental abilities to prevent having an erection. Now he doesn't care anymore although he never takes the lead in the beginning to prevent being blamed misusing woman. In fact that's exactly what he does because obvious Superman is no ordinary man.
"Jane, are you sure you want to do this?" says Superman while getting aroused.
Jane takes of her top and reveals her magnificent breasts.
"I think there's no woman that wouldn't want this Superman." Superman takes of his clothes and Jane crawls on top of him.
"Ooooh Superman, this feels wonderful! You are truly the man of steel! OOOH" moans Jane. Superman enjoys it too, despite he is superhuman.
"Oooh Jane, you are amazing!" while he starts licking her breasts. The two go one for more than an hour until finally Superman ejaculates and Jane gets an orgasm.
Jane wants to afterglow the magnificent sex but Superman gets ready to leave.
"Not so fast Superman, didn't you enjoy? Why are you leaving?" says Jane while he takes his clothes.
"It was very enjoyable Jane, but I have to leave now. I have things to do."
Jane is disappointed.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Everyone sees me every day Jane, just look in the newspaper or the tv."
"You know what I mean Superman, don't be a asshole"
"Jane, you wanted this, don't play the victim now."
"I know Superman and I don't expect you to live with me, just a little more respect and affection after we had sex is all I'm asking."
"Sorry Jane, I have to leave. I do respect you though."

Superman leaves the gym. One of the woman listing to the name Lisa and used to live on the streets noticed Jane running after Superman. It is quite obvious what happened and so Lisa wonders if the man of steel is more willingly than he used to be for the female beauty. She thinks of an plan to seduce the man of steel after being saved by him.
An week later Lisa is on a bridge above water seemingly ready to jump and take her own life. She tied a stone to her body to convince everyone she is serious. She notices people are screaming for help and on the moment she hears superman approaching she jumps into the water. Lisa is risking her life but she planned this carefully and it seems it's working. Superman gets her out of the cold water. Lisa pretends like she is semiconscious and has hypothermia, that last thing is actually true. Superman wraps his cape around her and takes off her clothes to prevent cooling further. He heats his cape with his supervision.. At first he wants to fly her to an hospital but then Lisa talks to him while in the air:
"Superman. Bring me to my apartment please. I just need someone to listen to me, to talk with."
Superman, not having any intentions (yet) and not wanting to upset the young woman brings her to her apartment. He lays her on the bed.
"Young lady, you need help. What you did there is not normal, you must feel very bad. There are people who can help you. What is your name?"
Lisa is naked but Superman layed his cape on her to respect her privacy.
"I'm Lisa. Superman, I just want to be loved. Look at me. (wrapping the cape of her revealing her naked but very sexy body). I wonder why men don't look at me."
Superman is impressed by her wonderful physique. He hardly can't believe this woman is serious, but still not wanting to disrespect her he lays his cape back on her body.
"Lisa, believe me..."
Before he can say anything she cries hysterical.
"You see, even the man of steel himself doesn't find me attracted! I'm a disaster!"
"No! No! Lisa, you are amazing! But I don't want to disrespect you!"
Lisa calms down, reveals her body again and starts massaging Superman's scrotch.
"So if you could have sex with me without thinking of the consequences you would do it?"
Superman immediately gets an erection.
"Lisa, your mental state is not stable, I cannot do this."
"But Superman, if the greatest hero on earth would want me then all my worries would be over! Believe me you would actually save me!"
Superman notices her heartbeat is normal and it seems she is sure about this. The man of steels takes of his clothes and gives Lisa the opportunity to seduce him. Lisa crawls onto the man of steels and starts riding him while she caresses and kisses his enormous chest. They have wonderful sex and Lisa moans like no woman did before. Here she is, having sex with the most powerful man on earth, her plans to seduce him worked. After having long and wonderful sex superman decides to leave the scene. He has work to do and Lisa seems alright now. Lisa is satisfied and is proud she succeeded in seducing the man of steel. Although she didn't intend to really kill herself, she is an more confident woman than before now knowing she easily seduced the man of steel. Superman is getting used to being a little less careful around woman, although he will never take the first step he doesn't mind to react on seductions from woman. That's how Superman has sex the day after he met Lisa with an evenly beautiful woman. Her name is Cher and he actually met her as Clark Kent at an beach.
 
Two months are passed by when Superman gets an phone call from the Female Bodybuilder Association.
"Superman, we like to invite you to be in the jury from our National Female Bodybuilding contest. This year is very unique because we have some contestants that...well see for yourself. The income from the contest goes to charity."
When Superman can participate in something for charity he accepts it most of the time, knowing his presence alone is enough to increase the income.
"Okay then, I will reserve it in my agenda. You may e-mail the instructions and specific time and date to Clark Kent, reporter at the Daily Planet."
A month later the contests begins and Superman is announced as their special guest. Meanwhile the woman in the back prepare themselves for the first round.
In the First round the contestants have to present themselves to the audience and the jury. The jury then has to eliminate 2/3 of the contestants. There are a lot of participants therefor they most chose fast and wise. The contestants are getting on stage. It's a big group and there are a lot of woman. One by one they must present themselves in a short, self-chosen pose. Immediately three woman are clearly different from the rest of the group. They are huge, not only to female standards but to ANY standard! The amount and size of muscles they have is never seen before! Although they are female, they have bigger muscles then Superman himself! The size of their muscles are gigantic, yet their body's look very sexy and feminine and they all three have big but firm, round breasts. Superman can't believe his eyes. These woman are stunning, not only because of their enormous muscle mass but also due their femininity and beauty. The rounds go by and obvious the three contestants left are the amazons that felt in the jury's eyes from the beginning. There's an short break before the last round starts. The presenter off the show interviews the jury:
"Mr. Brock, as the chairman of the jury, can you explain to the audience what the contestants must do in this last round?"
"Yes Jim. Well, the woman must do what female bodybuilders most do in every contest. They must show how powerful their body's look by posing in various ways. In previous rounds, except for the first one, the contestants had to pose in predefined ways. In this last rounds every contestant gets three minutes where they can flex and show in a way they want."
"Thanks Mr Brock. Superman, as everyone following this year's show you must be surprised by the contestants left. The amount of muscle they have is even for you unreachable."
"Yes Jim that's true. But in my case it's the Earths sun combined with my Kryptonian DNA that gives me superhuman strength. Humans will always be limited in the strength they can reach."
Superman is curious who these woman are and decides to visit them in the back. To make their body's more pumped they train before the last round and it's on that moment Superman unannounced enters the room... The woman, training in their bikini are surprised. One woman is training with some strange looking machine when Superman walks towards her.
"Well done you three. You all look amazing and the contest will bring up an lot of money. I personally wanted to wish you all three success."

"We look very strong don't we" says one of the woman confident while flexing her enormous biceps.
"Yes you do" says Superman. But to show them how strong he is he walks towards the woman still training with the machine, right on the moment Superman goes to here she is giving the last bit of her strength. What Superman actually doesn't know is that these weights are some sort of gravity type and are already far too heavy for superman to lift. When these woman train they give everything to the last bit and then they lose their strength for a short while. When their body recuperates their strength and muscle size growths after every workout. Superman, getting a little irritated by the fact an human has more muscle size then him lifts the woman at her bikini. The other two want to intervene but the woman lifted gives them the sign to stay out of it.
Superman lifts the woman in the air and its actually an very rare sight. He's lifting an human at least twice his size, with an enormous muscle mass even he could only dream off. Superman is getting aroused by the beauty and mass this woman possesses but also wants to show them who is the most strongest. He wants to scare them. Superman gets an enormous erection.
"You now woman, I must admit you look stunning. But no matter how huge your muscles are, I'm an Kryptionian and so muscles aren't necessary for my superstrength. I have power no human ever will possess. I could do to you what some bad men do to ordinary woman." While saying that superman lifts the woman at her boobs with his one hand and with the other caresses her vagina. The other two are looking open-eyed, surprised that the man of steel could behave so bad.
"Don't you dare doing that to me. I won't let you!" Says the woman.
"If I would want to do that to you, I could. You see, I'm still Superman. But like you know I'm one of the good guys so except from a little naughty behavior I won't harm you."
After hearing the man of steel won't do anything bad for real the other two leave the room.
"Because you can't. You are afraid you can't handle a woman like me." Mocks the woman.
She then flexes both her arms and her biceps are transforming in gigantic cannonballs! Knowing it irritates Superman she hopes it will make him angrier."
Superman rips of her thong off to show her he is capable of doing what he wants. For the moment her muscles are still recuperating so he is actually but temporarily stronger.
"Come on Superman, I know you are a sis but don't threat with things you won't do!" while flexing her muscles even more. Superman gets angry and rips of his pants.
"If this is the way you want to play it, fine by me!"
The woman is surprised, she wanted to occupy superman so her muscles could recuperate from the workout. She didn't expect him to snap already.
"No no, I was joking! No!"
The two other woman are away, getting some drinks so they don't know what is happening with their friend. Superman has snapped, he lifts the woman at the waist and gets in to her.
"Don't do this Superman! You will be sorry!" But the man of steels doesn't listen. He starts to ride her against her will. She resists and Superman actually begins to feel her pushing back.
"You asked for it, it's wrong to mock with the man of steel!"
The woman's strength is returning after recuperating from the intensive workout and more and more Superman can feel her resisting.
"Superman, I give you one more chance to stop this or you will be sorry."
"You asked for this, people like you have to learn not to mock with me."
The woman feels her strength is returned enough to fight back. Now she is strong enough she takes his hands of him and does now the same with him: she holds him at the waist and starts riding him.
Superman is overwhelmed, suddenly he lost control and isn't able to resist.
"What is this! What are you doing! Stop it!" screams Superman hysterical.
"You where raping me! And my name is Jane you bastard! Don't you remember me? You should because it's since we had sex I could train beyond the limits of normal humans! Feel my muscles you rapist!" Superman tries to take her arms of his waist. When he touches her forearms he notices how big they are but especially how strong she seems to be: he uses all of his strength but can't bring any movement in her arms at all! Desperately Superman, being used as a ragdoll now, uses all his might to punch her in the face. Jane doesn't feel pain but is angry. She throws Superman several meters true the room.

Superman stands up and angry Jane walks towards him.
"You are really just a man aren't you? First you have sex with me and leave me abruptly, then you have sex with one of the girls I'm caring for who is just sixteen, here you rape me and then you punch me in the face. As a man and especially as Superman you should now hitting girls is wrong!"
Jane walks toward Superman. The man of steel, still without pants, tries to defend himself and uses all of his strength to hit her in the abs. Jane laughs. Superman screams out of pain, his hand is broken, it felt like hitting an brick wall and Jane didn't feel pain at all.
Jane lifts the man of steel at his S-symbol and then flexes her other arm.
"You see Superman, real strength does need an amount of muscles. Despite the fact I don't possess your flying or heat vision abilities I do however have the ability to build strength and muscles, you see your no match for me while a couple of minutes ago you were laughing that you don't need muscles. Well Superman, CONTROL THIS with your Kryptonian DNA!" and with that Jane flexes her colossal bicep to an unbelievable size!
"TOUCH IT! FEEL MY MUSCLES! I want you to admit to me how important muscles are!"
Superman, stubborn to admit his defeat refuses. Jane then lets loose his S-symbol and grabs him at the neck. Immediately Superman feels the air cut off him and struggles to free himself from her arm. He grabs her enormous forearms and tries to pull it away from his neck but it's useless.
"DO IT, FEEL MY MUSCLES OR I WILL KILL YOU!"
Superman has no choice to listen knowing she easily could kill him. He touches the bicep of her flexed arm and immediately Jane loses her grip on his neck.
"You see, if you listen to me I won't harm you. Now lick my bicep!"
Superman is forced to lick her massive bicep and by doing that he gets an erection although he, the world's hero, is right now being dominated easily.
"My my! What have we here! You like my body don't you?" while saying that she caresses his cock..."

[hatour]

A Date With Steel
by DarkVengeance

Superman knew he'd found himself in a bit of a predicament. One he presumed he'd never see himself in, but given the circumstances, the necessity for him to do it, he was forced into it. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing - just something he'd never see himself be a part of or involved in.

Less than a fortnight prior, the Justice League's watchtower had come under a brutal assault from Brainiac and his forces. The attack was so severe, it rendered the watchtower uninhabitable, leaving the Justice League without a base of operations save for the heroes' own unique dwelling.

The heroes knew they'd need to rebuild their headquarters soon, for the fear if they didn't Brainiac would return once again, this time to put an end to the Justice League for good, which was something the citizens of Earth dreaded dearly.

With the goal of rebuilding the watchtower being a task that required a lot of money, the Justice League knew the best person to turn to for funding it would be Bruce Wayne, who the group of heroes knew as Batman. The Dark Knight agreed to both financing and overseeing the watchtower's restoration. However, at that point in time, he didn't know just how draining of his resources and money it ended up being.

Eventually, the repairing of the watchtower proved to cost so much that it stopped halfway, leaving the Justice League with a half-built base they referred to as the 'bare skeleton of justice.' The base frame of the watchtower demonstrated to the heroes that it was an abhorrent eyesore and that something had to be done in order to finish its renovation. Despite that fact, they had no clue as to whom to turn to for financial aid. They dared not turn to Lex Luthor for fear of what he might do instead. Yet, it looked as though they'd no choice in the matter, and would have to seek aid from Superman's greatest enemy.

In spite of that, fate intervened in favour of the Justice League and a lesser known individual approached them. An endless stream of cash was promised to help fund the watchtower's reconstruction... upon one sole condition: a date with Superman – this was his predicament.

-

No matter how hard he tried, Superman just could not believe the fact that he was having a dinner date with somebody supposedly richer than Bruce Wayne, and at least half his age at that. As everybody at this point knew of his alter ego as Clark Kent, they assumed he much preferred to be going out with Lois Lane, but there was something about this girl that made the Man of Steel know Lois couldn't stand a chance against her: she was just perfect.

From head to toe, the wealthy benefactor who'd supply the Justice League with an endless stream of cash if Superman's date with her was deemed successful was picture-perfect. Long wavy blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, dimples formed around her mouth when she smiled- which was a lot – and her breasts were evidently sizeable, evidenced by the ample cleavage shown to the Kryptonian as she sat across from him at the table,.

The girl's name was Blair, and she was not just unmistakeably richer than Bruce Wayne, but the wealthiest person on the planet. Because she was only aged twenty, Superman found it increasingly difficult to believe just how it was possible for somebody as young as her could be so well-off. She hadn't worked a day in her life and the future generations of her family wouldn't do so either, because she raked in trillions almost every financial quarter.

Blair wasn't ashamed to flaunt her riches in any way. That was a given thing about the girl's life. She only wore the most exquisite clothes, ate the most mouth-watering meals, and owned the best of the best in anything. Because she regarded herself as the greatest of humans owing to her pompous attitude, she wanted to mirror that approach by having the greatest of everything there was in existence.

The girl was in no way a fan of self-modification on her body to make it appear more perfect, though, owing to the fact she knew she already was. While she liked the concept of boob jobs so that a woman would appeal more to men, she didn't need to get one done on her own because she was blessed with a very alluring pair already that were perfectly proportioned.

"Do you like the steak?" Blair asked Superman whilst watching him take a sip from his glass of wine. The Kryptonian's response was a satisfied nod followed by a brief smile. "It's made by the greatest chefs in the word, you know? Or so I'm told at least." Blair smiled at the Kryptonian as she watched him take a hearty bite from his steak. "You know, I'm always striving for perfection in every way, even if that includes the perfect steak," she added.

"It's lovely" Superman approved. What he said was true. In fact, he was sure he hadn't eaten a more perfectly cooked and soft steak in his entire life. "Thank you."

Blair smiled. "Of course it is. I'd hate to think about what would happen if it wasn't." She leaned back on the chair she was sitting in and looked around.

The restaurant was bare in regards to patrons save for Blair and Superman. She loved this place, thought it was perfect for her date with Superman. In actual fact, she adored it that much she bought the locale not a day prior to the date itself just for that very purpose. She didn't care if it was a total flop after the evening's events, so long as the actual night itself wasn't a failure. Blair strived for perfection in everything, so if the engagement with the Kryptonian was a disaster, she didn't know what she'd do. Cry, probably, maybe something even much worse, like reduce herself into a frenzied rage fuelled by the fact her endeavour for faultlessness was ruined.

"No, trust me, it's perfect," Superman reassured Blair.

Behind Blair was the door that led into the restaurant where two wide men in black stood – Clayton and Ricardo, Blair's two most trusted bodyguards. Superman knew that if things went down, he'd be able to take them both down at the same time in the blink of an eye regardless of their size, but he was hoping things wouldn't come down to that. He was on his best behaviour - he had to, if he even hoped to get what he wanted – and he assumed Blair was doing the same.

"Just like you and me," Blair declared with a profound smile. "Wouldn't you say so yourself?" She noticed Superman lean backwards on his chair and smile embarrassingly at her bold claim.

"I'm flattered, Miss. Really, I am." Superman looked at Blair intentionally and his embarrassed smile only grew when he looked at the girl's smiling face as she batted her eyes. "I'm far from perfect - I have a weakness for Kryptonite and I can't see through lead."

The moon glowed through the window of the restaurant and reflected on the diamond necklace Blair wore around her neck, accentuating her beauty slightly. This heightened her ego considerably as well, viewing it as an amplifier for her self-assumed perfection. Superman noticed the shimmering necklace and agreed with himself that it made his host appear more beautiful.

"You, on the other hand, look perfect," he added.

Blair once again smiled, this time blushing uncontrollably. "Oh, you. You're such a charmer, aren't you?" Hearing Superman say that she was perfect happened to be just what she wanted. In fact, it filled her with euphoria beyond measure, driving her over the edge toward excitement with no comparison. Her eyes dilated, her heart raced, and she suddenly started to feel the heat in the room. Such comments about Blair being regarded as flawless from either ordinary people or those within her social circle often flattered the girl. Though hearing it from Superman stimulated her.

Of course, what Superman said to Blair was simply small talk. He knew it was simply impossible for anything or anyone to be interpreted as perfect. Though he didn't know that simply him stating to Blair that she was superior to all was just enough to turn her on, inflate her ego.

Blair clicked her fingers and a lone waiter approached the table from across the room. He held a bottle of what Superman could only presume was one of the most expensive wines ever. Blair watched as the waiter placed two fresh glasses onto the table and uncorked the wine bottle, but then her eyes shot up. "Actually, put that bottle back. I'll go chose one myself."

Superman cocked a brow. While his personal experience of being served wine in a restaurant was little, he still knew that the patrons of the establishment didn't have to physically get up and leave the table to chose the one they wanted. "Blair, you don't have to do that you know. The waiter will do that for you."

"Oh, right." Blair smirked. "In that case, we'll have a bottle of Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, please." She intentionally pronounced the name of the bottle in her best French accent, smiling lovingly at Superman afterward, who returned the gesture.

The waiter disappeared with a light nod, his hands behind his back. Blair looked to her guest for a moment, who was cutting a piece of his steak, then to the spare fork at her side. She wanted to flaunt her body to Superman a bit more to see his reaction. The fork was the perfect tool in this instance.

As if she was playing dumb to the action, Blair dropped the fork down the side of the table, looking attentively out the window in the meantime. With a slight thump the piece of tableware landed on the carpeted floor. Under the table. "Oops," Blair spoke as she began to reach for it, but Superman came to the rescue.

"I'll get it, miss," the Kryptonian said with a smile while bending down to grab the piece of silverware. Something caught his interest afterwards though, which made him blink in response: Blair's legs. Because she was already seated in the restaurant before he arrived, this was the Man of Steel's first time seeing them. As with any girl's legs, everybody would've been under the assumption that Blair's were toned and smooth, only even finer owing to her immense riches and what it could probably achieve, but they weren't. They were different. They were-

"M-m-m-Muscles," Superman stammered as he held the fork in his hand staring at his host's legs in shock, his eyes bugged out. "You've got muscles."

"Nice aren't they?," Blair commented with a smile. She watched Superman return to his seat at the table in between taking the fork from his open hand. "I was a bit of an enthusiastic runner when I was sixyoung woman. I even applied for the London Olympics, but I needed to take up the reins of my father's company, so that dream was dashed."

The waiter returned with a new bottle of wine. He poured it into the fresh glasses he brought only a minute prior and retreated back to his position in the corner of the room.

"That's unfortunate," Superman said with a slight frown. "But now that I'm here to protect the citizens of Earth, it looks like I'll be doing all the running from now on." He laughed slightly.

Blair shared the Man of Steel's sentiments, joining in on the laughter too. In fact, she laughed so hard that she unwittingly gripped the glass tighter around her hand, causing its delicate frame to crack slowly. Superman was aware of this unconscious act and stared on stupefied as the crack grew, meaning Blair's grasp around the glass had also strengthened even firmer.

The Kryptonian grew worried then when the crack grew so wide that it actually shattered the glass completely in Blair's hand. The hero leaned forward in concern for the girl's limb, knowing that it would be lacerated painfully from the shards of broken glass, but-

"You're hand. It's..." Superman cocked a brow once again, looking at Blair's hand. "It's perfectly fine," he said with surprise. What the Kryptonian said was correct, yet he knew it was simply luck for Blair. Why wouldn't that have been the case? She was already the richest person on the planet, which meant she could afford to buy whatever she wanted, so surely a little bit more luck wouldn't hurt.

"Oh, would you look at that?" Blair uttered whilst looking at her gash-free hand. "I guess I'm luckier than I thought, huh?" she rhetorically asked the Man of Steel. She knew already that her luck matched her riches, and wasn't afraid to flaunt that either.

"You're very lucky, miss," Superman acknowledged. He glanced at Clayton and Ricardo. For some reason, they hadn't even bothered to assist their employer in her time of need. They simply stood by the door, stiff as boards. They acted more like ornaments than actual bodyguards at this rate.

Blair removed her cream-colored cardigan and placed it over her seat. She realised that, for some reason, Superman was surprised by the muscular arms that rested underneath the cardigan just before she slipped out of it.

"You seem surprised, Superman. I mean, since I have these big, powerful legs from a few years' worth of running, I knew it was only the natural course of things for me to have an upper body to match," Blair said with a smile. Her green eyes created a pleasant contrast with her red sleeveless top. Her biceps were defined to the greatest degree of clarity, and looked as if they'd just been subjected to a slight workout.

Blair noticed the Man of Steel's stares of surprise had intensified as she raised her arms up into a double-bicep pose, during which she was grinning from ear to ear as if she had just won first place in a competition for the hundredth time.

"You like these too, don't you?" the wealthy young woman rhetorically asked the stupefied hero. The moon cast a radiant light once again into the restaurant, this time befitting the transpiring event by settling a brilliant glow onto both of Blair's flexed biceps.

"They are fascinating, Miss Blair" Superman admitted. "The moon's glow adds to their charm." He watched his host flex her arms a few times, realising that she was suppressing a childish giggle. The hero could hear Blair's heartrate beat faster now in excitement, though he'd no idea what she was so thrilled about. Were her own muscles stimulating her?

"They're certainly impressive for a woman, that much I know, but they're no match for yours I'd reckon." Blair turned her attention to Superman's own biceps and smirked. "How big would you say yours are?"

The Man of Steel chuckled. He knew it was only a matter of time before his gracious host turned her attention to his muscles and want to talk about them. "Do you really want to know?" Blair simply responded with a grin that suggested anticipation. "Alright. Well, the last time I checked they were around twenty inches. Bear in mind the fact that was over four months ago."

"Twenty inches of steel in one arm. What I would give to have something just like that..." Blair trailed off, twirling her blonde locks with her finger and staring tenderly at the Kryptonian.

"I'm sure if you train both hard and long enough, Miss, you'll be as big as me. Though, being as strong as me is something probably achievable only in your dreams." Superman winced, realising his words might have hurt Blair's pride and hopes.

"As strong as you? Imagine being stronger than you though, Superman! That'd be amazing, wouldn't it? Beating your current lifting max tenfold, a hundredfold, ten thousand times over!" Blair took a sip of her wine and blew some air on her face, having realised her wild imaginings were getting the better of her, rousing her. She could hear and feel her heart beat like a bass drum, thumping under the base of her skin, threatening to burst out from its overindulgence of pleasure.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence between the Man of Steel and Blair. While the girl sat trying to balance out her heartrate and thoughts, Superman stared on jolted by her fleeting outburst of make-believe desires. Afterwards, Blair broke the peace.

"Say, um... want to take this date of ours elsewhere? It's rather drab in here for me now, so I thought we'd go somewhere else." The young woman looked to Superman for his response.

"
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Five minutes later, Superman and Blair were strolling down the street. The young woman held the Man of Steel's hand lovingly whilst he looked on down the length of the bridge they were approaching leisurely. To the Kryptonian's surprise, Blair's grip on his hand was fierce, tight and powerful. To his worry, the bones in his hand cracked slightly, so he pulled it away out of her grasp.

"What's the matter? Don't like holding hands with a beautiful woman quite like myself?" Blair teased. "I mean, you won't find anybody better than me because-"

"Because you're just perfect. I know." Superman sighed, rubbing his aching hand. "It's not that I find myself dating you a bit uncanny or anything. It's just..." he motioned for Blair to turn her attention to the expanse of the street that was completely vacant. "... You didn't have to shut down the entire neighbourhood for our date."

"But I did. I didn't want anything to ruin this great date of ours" Blair admitted. "Far, far too many of my previous ones had been total screw-ups. They said I spend too much money on stuff." The young woman rolled her eyes derisively. "Apparently splurging $600,000 on a dress is too much to them. "

"You spent $600,000 on a dress?" Superman responded in disbelief. What Blair said was the truth, albeit painful.

"Of course I can. I'm the richest person in the world and I can both buy and do what I want with it." Blair stopped walking across the bridge and turned to Superman. "If I so desire, I can acquisition Great Britain right now and rule it. There'd be no arguments about that decision either, because nobody can match my wealth."

Superman couldn't believe what he was hearing. Were these the blatant ramblings of a spoilt, power-hungry human woman, who'd no doubt cry if she didn't get what she wanted?

"They could try of course," Blair continued, "but they'd have to start from the moment they were born. Even then, they'd only match two percent of my wealth by the time they died¬ aged 100." Blair moved to the railings on the edge of the bridge and leaned forward. "I hope you're not suggesting you want to end this date so abruptly. Doing so would not be the wisest decision you've made. As it stands, the funds for the rebuilding of your precious little heroes' base depends on your chivalrous attitude towards me and agreeing to what I had in mind for later in the night."

The Man of Steel explored the thick cords of muscle that bulged on Blair's legs. He had never seen a human woman of such a young age with such power in his life. Even his older cousin Kara Zor-El would've been envious of her, which was an emotion rarely seen from her.

The red high heels that Blair sported caused her calves to pop considerably, allowing the masses of muscle that rested underneath the skin to come into fruition as well. She crossed her legs over one another and turned her head slightly to her left shoulder and smiled. It was clear she was loving the attention she was receiving from Superman so much that it was making her heart race once again. Yet, she knew what she had in mind for the remainder of the evening was going to drive her over the edge, make Superman's heart go like a bullet.

Blair teased the Kryptonian further by tensing her thick back and bunching her long, free hair into a bun, so that the hero could get an unblocked view of her impressive physique she claimed to have worked hard to achieve. The Man of Steel knew the girl could've acquired the body she possessed through having something made for her, owing to her supposed limitless stream of capital.

"What exactly did you want us to do?" he inquired curiously.

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Ever since he first met her, she flaunted her wealth in front of his very face, Superman knew that Blair was expectedly somebody who lived a way of life that mirrored her pompous lifestyle. A swanky modern-day household with valet parking, a conservatory, front porch and garage. However, what the young woman's humble abode was really like happened to be far, far different.

The Man of Steel had never expected to arrive in a massive expanse of private land which was over 50 acres wide. The hero's expectations were outstripped by Blair's greed, desires and unconventional fantasises.

In exchange for the posh contemporary home he assumed she'd have, the Kryptonian was in fact surprised to see she owned a full mansion of her own, stretching a thousand feet wide and five hundred feet high.

The presumed valet parking was present still, but it consisted mostly of a basic skeleton crew.

Taking the place of the conservatory was a full, delicately designed dance hall complete with a stage for bands and round tables for guests. Hanging on the ceiling was a chandelier, elegantly crafted from what appeared to be crystal, yet the Man of Steel surmised it was made from something far more expensive, exotic.

There was a garage too, but instead of five expensive cars there were ten. Each of these cars was likely over one million dollars at least. But then again, it wasn't as if Blair actually cared about how much anything cost, so long as she got it.

The most interesting area in Blair's mansion to Superman was the gym. Situated within the basement, this place was chockfull of all different kinds of equipment, ranging from standard free weights to bench-presses, to far more exotic devices positioned in the corner of the room. Ones even he hadn't seen before until that night. The walls of this room were pure mirror, allowing for posing from angles.

It was in this room that Blair asked the Kryptonian a particular question.

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"You want me to train you?" Superman asked Blair quizzically as he watched her approach the free weights, her hips swaying back and forth suggestively. She sported a pink sports bra, matching spandex shorts and trainers. Something was telling the Kryptonian that pink was Blair's favourite colour. "Is that what you're asking of me?"

"I think it would add to the awesomeness of our thus far unspoiled date" Blair returned with a confident grin. "Of course, I don't ever expect being able to outstrip you in terms of size or strength. It'd just be a fun activity to do. You likely do this all the time with Supergirl and Wonder Woman, so why not with ordinary, little me?"

Blair had made a valid point Superman realised. He knew it wouldn't hurt if he helped train Blair just a little bit. It wasn't as if she was going to outstrip him or anything.

"Okay" he chuckled. The protector of Metropolis pointed directly at a pair of dumbbells. "Grab those and repeat this motion slowly" he said before demonstrating a basic curling motion. "Doing it slowly versus doing it fast is a good thing, as it yields faster growth." He smiled as the watched Blair eagerly grab the weights he pointed to.

Blair's eyes lit up upon hearing Superman's words, her heart pacing faster in tandem with her glowing eyes.

"Not instantaneous growth though, I should add" Superman continued, taking notice of Blair.

"Although, it's not so fun without you doing it," Blair admitted with a frown whilst curling the dumbbells slowly, just as Superman had instructed her to. "Could you work out with me too, like I asked?"

The tone of Blair's request was snappy, biting at Superman's ears. He noticed the gritted teeth the young woman had, which suggested she was beginning to become irritated. It was realised then that Superman's assumption of Blair becoming maddened from her not getting what she wanted, no matter how simplistic the command, was true.

"Very well." The Man of Steel reached for the spare pair of dumbbells that were resting on the weight rack and pulled to release from it, but- "HNNNGGH! HNNNGGH!" the hero panicked. For some reason, he just couldn't draw the dumbbells away from the stand.

What was the problem? Superman knew he was strong enough to lift the weights – it looked light as anything for him. Yet he could feel sweat trickle down his spine as he consistently pulled with all his might to pry them from the stand. How was it possible? Blair certainly hadn't any issues in either holding or curling them, so was the trouble exclusively centred on Superman? Were the weights secretively laced with Kryptonite so that Blair would cheat?

"Oh, I should've probably mentioned that the weights are heavier than they look" Superman heard Blair say as he continued to pointlessly attempt to pry the dumbbells from the rack before giving up completely.

"How much heavier?" the hero asked, turning toward Blair just before noticed her biceps had grown almost instantaneously.

"Oh, about two billion pounds." Blair stifled a chuckle. She knew one billion pounds was the heaviest the Kryptonian could lift, so it was even more thrilling for the young woman in knowing that she, an average human, was stronger than him. "They're made from the densest element in the known galaxy, coming from a planet in its darkest corner."

Superman flinched as he both heard and saw Blair's biceps grow at the end of yet another rep. How was it possible for an average looking female human to be stronger than him, a supposed god among men? It was clear to the hero that Blair was enjoying the growth, but the Kryptonian realised, through this, that the feeling was something she was used to, as if it was something she'd experienced before.

"Don't look so surprised, Superman." Blair turned the dumbbells to their sides and began compressing them against one another until they were both mashed together like playdough and reduced to the width of a straw. "With my unlimited wealth and aspirations, there's no limit to what I can achieve.

Superman took note of just how easy it was for Blair to mash the two dumbbells together. If doing that was so easy for her, he thought, just how strong is she really?

"Oh, that's where the real fun lies," Blair said with a smile. She sensually walked over to the leg press machine and sat in it. "I haven't found a limit yet because, you see, there is none." The young woman could hear Superman's deep exhales of anxiety. Clearly, her being stronger than him was too much for the Kryptonian to bear.

"H-h-h-how?" he stammered. It was all he could think of at this rate.

"Riches, riches, riches," Blair said in sing-song in between performing leg presses . "I've mentioned a few times now that I'm the wealthiest person in the world, haven't I? Well, I wanted to exceed that, to be more than that."

Just as with the bicep curls, Superman cringed slightly as the simple act of carrying out leg presses caused Blair's quads to quite literally explode with mass. His breaths were faster now, suggesting that he was fairly enjoying the paranormal display. This is unbelievable, he thought.

"No. No, it's not 'unbelievable'. If I have it, it's believable. And I have it. I had the money, so I made it happen." Blair bit her lip, coveting the seemingly endless expansion of her muscular legs. Even though it wasn't being worked at the time, Superman her growing upper body too. "See? Even the muscles that aren't being worked can't help but want, need to grow!" Blair continued, wiping a small trickle of muscle-lust induced saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Superman's heart was beating faster at that instant. Sweat trickled from his forehead and down his neck, slithering down the top of his own muscular chest that laid underneath his outfit. His legendary 'S' was drenched in this sweat.

"My, my. Somebody's enjoying this fine display," Blair chuckled. "Can't say I blame you though." She shuddered involuntarily for a brief moment, overcome by a short-lived yet rapid growth spurt that saw her entire body increase in muscle.

A small monitor on top of the leg press machine beeped redirecting both Blair and Superman's attention to it.

"You might want to look at this" Blair offered with a wink. "I've been waiting all day to see the results."

A string of red coloured text rolled along the monitor's screen.

Current Leg Press weight – 14 billion pounds. Heaviest Leg Press weight lifted to date – 200 billion pounds. Body, blood, and deep tissue scans indicated subject was 1000 times stronger than Man of Steel yesterday. Today's scans indicate subject is now 25,000 times stronger. Strength increase is unlimited.

"Wow! Would you look at that! Twenty-five thousand times stronger than you, with lots of room to continue growing," Blair giggled. She saw Superman's face – it looked like was going to cry.

"Wait," Superman managed to blurt out in between trembling. "When did this all start?"

"Finally, the revelations! In case you' haven't noticed by now, I never did need Clayton and Ricardo. They were just there for theatricality and deception's sake." Blair climbed out of the leg press machine and approached the Kryptonian. There was no mistaking it – she was at least four times wider than Superman. "Two days ago actually, before this great date of ours. Courtesy of my father, who knew I was blessed, destined for greatness."

"Your father?" Up until this point, the Man of Steel hadn't heard of or seen Blair's father, which made the protector of Metropolis be more curious about who he actually was. "Who is he exactly?"

"All in good time now." Blair flexed her right bicep in Superman's face. She couldn't help but giggle at the fact it so large that it soared above his head. She repeated the motion, this time causing it to effortlessly grow another five inches, the sound of creaking leather filling the air, being the sole sound of the growth . "Besides... tonight's about us, not him."

To add to her obvious dominance in ... everything, Blair flexed her quads next, which caused her hot pink shorts to literally explode off her thighs and reveal the hard, twitching masses of muscles that once lay underneath, that were literally harder and stronger than steel. They pulsed and grew as she looked at them lovingly, a trickle of muscle-lust induced spittle dripping from her mouth down onto her swelling thigh.

Next, the budding goddess diverted Superman's gaze to her perfectly rounded, bulging calves and winked. "If I want, I can make any part of my body grow at will. Watch this." With a slight grunt, Blair compelled her calves to swell outwards with even more muscle than before. "My calves alone are stronger than your entire body, Superman. To me, you're nothing but a baby."

A new string of red coloured text scrolled, this time along the monitor attached to the single plastered section of gym's wall.

Current Quad Measurement – 32 inches.
Current Calf Measurement – 28 inches.
Current Bicep Measurement - 35 inches

Reading the string of text on the monitor proved to be too much for the protector of Metropolis to bear. In fact, it was so excessive that it caused him to faint.

"D'awwww! I knew he wouldn't be able to handle my perfection. It seems nobody can," Blair said as she looked down at Superman. After a brief moment of observing, she carried him like a baby out of the gym, kissing him softly on the head.

-

An hour later, Blair had chosen to revert back to her average self – the same form that Superman was initially used to – and was sitting on the couch dialling a number on her LPhone.

"Hey daddy, it's me... yeah, the date was a hoot... humiliating the Man of Steel? Oh, that's the perfect date... Of course, it wouldn't have been the case if you weren't my father. God, I love being a Luthor!"
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[[This is a female muscle growth fanfiction taking place in the DC comics universe. I own none of the characters. I would also like to state that while I have tried my best to maintain authenticity of the source material, many liberties were taken for the sake of the story. Namely, I am ignoring many of the various continuum reboots, and using an alternate universe of my own. Frankly, there are elements of different time-lines and universes in the DC Universe that I enjoy, yet none of them alone really gave me precisely what I was looking for.

This story takes place in a time-line most similar to that of Superman the Animated Series and Justice League / JL Unlimited. That is to say, the power granted by being Kryptonian is much less than some of the comics' continuities. While Superman is immensely powerful, he can't do some of the more ridiculous feats he's associated with (no turning back time, or pushing planets by sneezing)

So, with that said, there will be many things pertaining to the canon that extremely hardcore fans may call incorrect. Those who fall under that category, I hope you can try to understand what I'm going for here and enjoy it. For everyone else, I've tried to explain the various terms/characters in simple language as they pop up, but due to the sheer amount of background mythology being referenced here a couple of trips to a comic book wiki may help at certain points.]]
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Kryptonian Heritage
By MagnusMagneto
Commissioned by Cerebus873

Chapter 1

1.)
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Kara Zor-El, commonly known as Supergirl, couldn't believe her life was going to end like this. She laid on the cold, hard ground of an alien planet, helpless and on the brink of death. The solar energy reserves that empowered her, a source she thought was limitless, had been all but depleted. Cuts adorned both her dress and skin - the same skin she once believed to be impervious to harm. A monstrous gray man stood above her, arms crossed behind his back. He possessed features resembling stone chiseled into scaly hide-like skin. He spoke with a deep, bellowing voice fit for a king: "And so, daughter of Krypton, you breathe your last breath before Darkseid. Remember that it was by your will that your fate was decided today."

Kara attempted to get up. She mustered the last bit of strength she had and pushed against the ground, desperately trying to raise her lithe body from the floor. "N... never.." She sputtered. "I'll... never give..."

Darkseid laughed before swiftly kicking her in the gut, sending her sprawling across the floor. "You would have made a potent Fury in my army if you had only listened to reason. Instead you shall become a floor-mat to remind all who would attack Apokolips of my might. Either way, you will serve me." His eyes began to glow bright red. "With your reserves of solar energy depleted, you have no way to avoid nor survive my dreaded Omega Beam." A pair of rectangular lasers emerged from the gathering light in his ocular, headed straight for the small, helpless, blond woman on the floor.

Suddenly, a tremendous crash rang out. An ethereal vortex of white appeared in the middle of the room, and a large human shaped man dressed in blue flew out. Kal-El; commonly known as Superman; also known as The Man of Steel; secretly known as Clark Kent, possessed one of Darkseid's own 'Boom Tubes' - which were essentially alien teleporters. Superman's large, muscular mass quickly intercepted the beam, the light smashing against his bulk. He let out a cry of pain, but beyond that he was relatively unscathed. A few moments passed, and the energy trail coming from Darkseid's eyes vanished.

"My turn." Superman quipped before his eyes turned red, emitting a beam of their own. The rays hit Darkseid square in the face, causing him to recoil backward. During this time, Kal-El closed the distance, flying forward with speed beyond that of light itself, moving so quickly that he vanished from sight of the human eye. With this acceleration behind his fist he landed a hit square in the stone-like face of Darkseid, sending him flying backward. Superman followed up with another burst of flight to intercept Darkseid, followed by another blow. He repeated this cycle, controlling precisely where his target would travel, effectively playing ping-pong with the monstrous man's body.

The man in blue's attacks continued for a few more moments, blow after blow crashing upon Darkseid's body. Eventually the assault came to a finish, and Darkseid's defeated body lay on the ground. In a mere few moments Superman had finished what Kara failed to.

Lazily, Superman flew over to the woman laying on the ground. She was his cousin, a fellow Kryptonian: a species of human-like alien that becomes super-powered from exposure to yellow sun. A moment later, he stood over her, hands akimbo on his hips.

"Kara." He greeted flatly.

"Kal..." Supergirl replied, her voice weak and wavering.

"We'll talk later Kara. There's a lot we need to discuss." His tone was that of disappointment.

A moment later, another Boom Tube opened, and a squad of humanoids in bright, colorful outfits flew out. They were known as members of The Justice League, and they possessed powers similar to that of man in blue; though none were quite as powerful as he was.

Superman began to speak again: "The League will clean up the rest of the mess here. Let's get you home." He grabbed onto Kara's waist, hoisted her off the ground before taking off at superhuman speed through the Boom Tube.

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A few hours later, back at Justice League Headquarters
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The League, an organization of super powered beings that vowed to protect Earth, took residence in a massive flying satellite within the planet's orbit. Seemingly everything was composed of metal, as the station truly looked like a bleeding edge installation out of a science fiction movie.

Supergirl was surrounded by a few individuals: her cousin, Superman; a tall statuesque woman named Diana, also known as Wonder Woman; a thin man in a red costume referred to as The Flash; and an African American fellow in a green outfit called The Green Lantern. They were all standing hands on their hips akimbo, scowling or frowning at Kara.

Superman was speaking: "So just to clarify, in front of everyone here, you not only went to Apokolips alone, but went ahead and attacked Darkseid? All without notifying the League ahead of time, and most of all without alerting ME?" Superman's expression was a mixture of anger and disappointment.

Supergirl pouted. "I just wanted to be proactive for once! I don't know why you guys let Darkseid continue doing his thing when he's always just going to threaten entire civilizations, sometimes including Earth! Hell, hasn't he caused some species to go extinct!?"

"Kara." The tall woman known as Wonder Woman spoke, her voice was rich, low, and thrilling. "I understand how it is. To want to cleanse the evil of man's world, but even the mightiest of warriors needs to rely on their teammates."

"I was almost successful! Darkseid just caught me off guard-" Kara tried to defend herself.

"Almost isn't good enough." This time the dark skinned man was speaking, his voice was deep and confident. "What if Superman hadn't detected something was wrong? What if we didn't have reverse engineered Boom Tubes thanks to Batman? What if we had waited a second longer and that beam hit you? The fact that you're alive is a miracle in itself."

Kara sighed, her pout deepening.

This time the red costumed man spoke. His voice was friendlier, a bit higher pitched than the bass tones of his comrades. "You should listen to the man. Belieeeve me kid, there were plenty of times where I got full of myself and they had to bail my butt out. I just wish I listened to their advice sooner!"

"Uggh!" Kara was visibly agitated. "You guys just don't understand!"

"Oh, I understand alright." Superman cut in. "Kara, you may be my cousin, but I can't show nepotism. You are hereby on suspended leave from the League. Until you either take part in remedial classes to learn teamwork, or somehow prove that you have enough power and judgment to take on the likes of Darkseid alone, you're grounded."

"What!?" Kara shouted.

The other league members shuffled about, looking at one another with uncomfortable expressions. It was clear that they weren't planning on Superman to do something this drastic, but none of them wanted to object with his ruling.

"You heard me." Superman replied. "Take some time off. Clear out your head. Let me know when you can meet the criteria I've listed."

"Kal!"

Superman spoke again. "If I so much as see you on League grounds, or on any League missions, I WILL detain you and place you into a red sun chamber until you can see things rationally."

The shuffling and uncomfortable glances among the other members intensified. The threat of a red sun chamber was quite severe - it was one of the few things in existence that could quickly strip a Kryptonian of the yellow-sun radiation stored in their body. If Superman were to place her in one, she'd essentially be powerless until he let her out.

"Fine!" Kara shouted before floating up. "I don't need to be a part of this stupid league anyways! I'll go become stronger. You'll see!" and with a flash she was out of the room and off the station, flying through space at immense speeds, back to her home on Earth.

2.) The next day, Kara's apartment in Metropolis
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Kara stared in the mirror. Her skin was objectively flawless. Her eyesight was capable of zooming in on a molecular level, which gave proof to this claim. She never needed to wear makeup, despite possessing a beauty that when captured on film, one would presume was doctored. The young woman's hair, nails, and eyes were similarly without a single mar.

No mortal human female alive could hope to compare to her. It was impossible for Kara to acquire blemishes or scars - when she held yellow-sun radiation in her cells, her skin was impervious to anything except for magic, a green rock called Kryptonite, or tremendous force. Even Darkseid's beating had all but vanished as the scrapes, bruises and other wounds had healed overnight. She didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep. She sometimes still did, but this was solely for pleasure, to induce a dream, or to make herself feel human. Technically, Kara didn't even need to breathe, though her body still did so automatically. After having come into contact with Earth's sun, the source of her powers, Kara's body ceased to sweat, as had become immune to heat. In fact, she didn't even produce foul body odor from exertion; only her persistent hint of sun-touched feminine pheromones that every man alive found enticing.

The advantages of her heritage coupled with exposure to the sun didn't end there. Kara's mind functioned far better than any unpowered human's could ever hope to. She could think, learn, and calculate things magnitudes more quickly than the human limit, and possessed a photogenic memory from which she could recall anything instantly. The only chink in her mental armor was a lack of creative and lateral thinking, but this could be easily more than made up for with raw technical speed.

Kara could hear almost anything in the radius of thousands of miles if she simply focused on it. She could similarly see across the entire continent. In fact, she could peer through things, as she possessed a form of 'X-Ray Vision'. Only certain substances, such as lead, could block her sight. Those same eyes could create pure red heat condensed into laser form, similar to what Darkseid and her cousin emitted during their fight.

She was, for all intents and purposes, effectively perfect. Despite all of this, the endless gifts granted to her, Kara felt weak. For all of her might, she was powerless against a single tyrant. Not her cousin though; Kal could wipe the floor with Darkseid almost anytime he wanted. Only with the use of one of their shared weaknesses, such as the aforementioned Kryptonite, could the stone faced man hope to defeat Superman.

It was strange how even with nearly infinite power compared to a regular human, or even herself a few years ago, Kara felt entirely powerless when matched up against one of these even greater beings. Being chastised and put on 'leave' from the League by her cousin in front of others that she respected didn't help the matter.

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Frustrated with being dwarfed by her cousin, and feeling helpless without his help in certain situations, Kara decided to seek out more power for herself. First she decided to try out the most obvious thing: obtaining more solar energy. She flew to the sun, the source of her powers, stripped naked (her clothing was woven with special Kryptonian thread that protected it from disintegrating when she approached the sun), and bathed in its rays within direct proximity. The young woman could feel the cells in her body growing engorged with even more power. She lingered for a while, eventually drew ever closer, and mentally focused on siphoning as much solar radiation as possible. Her cells became further infused with the sun's power, and every slender muscle on her frame actually grew slightly. Before long she began to give off a kind of radiance of her own, her body literally shining.

Kara lingered for a while longer. Eventually however, the sensation of her cells soaking in more power subdued. She could sense that her limit had been reached. Satisfied, she flew back to earth at even greater speeds than she could muster before - that is to say even faster than the speed of light itself. A few minutes later she arrived back on Earth, feeling even better than ever. Her first destination was her brother's 'Fortress of Solitude' a tremendous home base in the arctic. Only an individual with powers such as herself own could hope to enter without Superman's assistance due to the harsh environment and various obstacles present to deter intruders.

After arriving at her destination, she confidently flew over to her cousin and greeted him. "Kal!" She excitedly exclaimed.

Superman greeted her: "Err... Hello Kara. I didn't expect to see you return so quickly. I thought you'd need more time to calm down. Anyways, sorry if I was a little-"

He was interrupted by his cousin. "Oh, never mind that. You know how fickle teenagers are, and I AM technically 19! Anyways, I've gotten stronger! Strong enough to handle Darkseid! I might finally be stronger than you!"

Kal raised a brow. "You went for a sun-dip, didn't you?"

"Err... Well, not quite."

"Oh, so you simply bathed outside of the sun for a while? I suppose that's good enough, as long as your cells are saturated with solar energy. I've done it a few times to power up for a big fight. Unfortunately, it's only a temporary boost, and you're still not as strong as I am. Until you learn to work as a team, or gain that much sheer power, you're still suspended from the League."

"Kal!" Kara shouted moving right in front of him, hovering at eye level.

"Here, let's make this quick." Kal hovered half a foot off the air and presented a free arm. "We'll arm wrestle in mid-air. No need to cause an earthquake with our Kryptonian strength."

"Fine." Kara accepted the challenge and grabbed onto his hand. After a wordless countdown, the cousins began to pull against one another. For the first time in her life, Kara felt the full extent (or rather, the extent that Kal was willing to use for this) of her cousin's strength. She pulled with everything she had, a small bicep erupting from her arm, and a few select veins bulged forward. Despite her best, Kal simply didn't move at all. After a few moments, the Man of Steel began to pull back, physically moving her in the process. Kara redoubled her efforts, but it was futile - a couple seconds later, Kal brought her hand to his prodigious chest before letting go.

"There. Are you satisfied yet?" Kal asked, somewhat smugly.

Kara let out a groan of exasperation. "Surely there must be some way I can train my powers."

"Well, the fortress does possess the only machines on this planet capable of challenging us. Still, I must warn you, from my own experiences, exercise can only lead to a small increase in strength. Well, small for us. The increase is still magnitudes higher than a regular human can dream of. Which leads into my next topic..." Superman droned on and on. Supergirl's mind began to wander as her cousin continued his lecture. Eventually she tuned back into what he was saying "... Furthermore, we need to always remember that we are blessed to live on Earth. We are indebted to the human race for our super powers and for creating a civilization we can adopt as our own. That is why it's vital you work with the Justice League as a team player."

"Right. So, where was the machine again? The one that can challenge me?"

Kal massaged his temples for a moment before collecting himself and bringing the female Kryptonian to the device. It was essentially a humongous metal compactor Kara stood in the middle.

"Just shout commands at it." Superman explained to her.

Kara did exactly that. She ran through a full program that allowed the compactor to exert hundreds of millions of tons of pressure. Supergirl quickly found her limit, and continued to train at that point. It was difficult, grueling work, but eventually she felt thoroughly exhausted from it. At the recommendation of her cousin, she slept in a specially tuned Solar Radiation chamber that would beam energy into her while she rested.

A few hours later she awoke feeling better than ever. She used the machine again, and to her delight, was actually slightly stronger. That is to say, she could lift a few million more tons than before.

Kara repeated this process a few times, but very quickly diminishing returns began to set in. In fact, her body itself hadn't grown any more muscular. After four sessions with the machine, she found that she simply couldn't gain any more strength from it. Kal gave her a 'I told you so' expression that wordlessly sent Kara into a fit of teenage rage as she took off in search of another method to improve herself.

-

Kara's quest for power brought her to distant lands far and wide. She plundered ancient crypts to recover magic artifacts, only to find that they had no effect on her. She visited alien planets in search of technology to bolster her strength, but she was already too powerful for any of it to matter. She even resorted to ingesting a highly illegal chemical compound called Venom that could turn men into demons, but her Kryptonian physique simply expunged it as the toxin it really was.

Frustrated, Kara realized that she herself simply was not bright enough to figure out how to become more powerful. She needed the help of another. Only one man came to mind, and he would be difficult to deal with... but if Kara could find a way to get to him, find a way to appeal to him, or perhaps seduce him, then there were very few things he couldn't figure out.

She sought out the one called Batman.

3.)
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Bruce Wayne was one of the most famous human beings alive. A billionaire who inherited his wealth from the death of his parents when he was a young child. While he was incredibly renowned, Bruce's fame was a mere candle to the blaze of his alter ego's: a mysterious figure known as Batman. To 99.99% of the population, Batman was an enigma. A cloaked man draped in black and gray with a cat-like cowl who terrorized wrong doers, primarily in Gotham city - though he appeared elsewhere as well. Batman was a symbol, a shining light in the darkness of a corrupt city. He didn't possess powers like Superman and most of the Justice League, instead he reached the theoretical limits of what a human being can achieve. In a world where aliens from Krypton could do seemingly anything, Batman was an everyman.

What few people saw however, was the sheer amount of time Batman spent in his secret alcove, a cave literally named 'The Bat Cave'. It was here that he built one of the strongest physiques in the world, and crafted the sharpest detective mind on the planet. It was in this room that countless hours were spent pouring over textbooks to grant Bruce extensive knowledge in virtually every field, and the ability to speak numerous languages. Despite its name and appearance, the cave was actually quite comfortable. It was outfitted with bleeding edge technology, for both Batman's field and detective work. At the heart of the room was a staggering collection of monitors connected to a multiple super-computers linked together.

Typically on a day like this, Bruce would spend his time going over various criminal cases while honing his mind and keeping his immaculately muscled body maintained. Today however, Bruce was interrupted. Before him stood the female Kryptonian, Superman's cousin, Kara Zor-El. She was adorned in her usual garb: a blue long-sleeved crop-top that exposed her lithe abdomen, and a red mini-skirt revealing her proportionately long legs. A familiar red S sat upon her chest, pushed outward further by her ample bosom. It was a symbol that was supposed to stand for her Kryptonian heritage, but was instead often presumed to stand for 'super'. Regardless, it was an international icon that simultaneously inspired hope among the hopeless, and struck fear into the hearts of the wicked.

To call Kara flawless would not be hyperbole. From a distance, to the untrained eye, she had the appearance of a healthy, well-built, 19 year old woman. Upon further examination, one would notice something was off: she literally carried no blemishes, no stretch marks, no early wrinkles, not even a single deposit of non-vital fat on her frame aside from her breasts; a pair of mammaries so perky and perfectly shaped that one could be forgiven for presuming they were fake. Her skin possessed a healthy tan, and seemed to have a faint natural glow at all times - perhaps as a result of the immense solar radiation stored within her.

While Kara lacked the unbridled bombshell sex appeal belonging to some of the other super powered women of Earth, for instance, Wonder Woman, she still possessed an undeniable girlish beauty.

"I don't recall inviting you here." Batman greeted pointedly. Despite having been home alone aside from his trusty butler, he was adorned in his iconic black suit.

"You're a hard man to get a hold of." Kara quipped in response.

"Believe me, that's not by accident."

"Bruce."

The caped crusader turned. "Don't call me that. I'm Batman to you."

Kara let out a sigh. "We're in your cave. Your home. It's weird to call you 'Batman'."

"And you're a girl from another planet who can fly faster than the speed of light. Things aren't exactly normal around here."

Normally Kara would have shot back, feeding into this sort of banter, but today was different. She needed help. "Alright. Batman."

"Better." The caped man smiled, the top half of his face hidden by his mask.

"Batman - I need to-"

Before she could finish, the man she was talking to had turned his back, sat down.

Kara was visibly flustered. "Hey!" she yelled out.

"Have you tried working out?" The caped crusader asked with his trademark hint of patronization in his voice. He continued typing at well over 120 WPM, analyzing the stream of data in front of him.

Kara rolled her eyes. "Well, duh!"

A moment of silence lingered.

"Wait a minute..." Kara started again. "How did you know that I needed to get strong-"

"I'm Batman. That's how I knew." He interrupted. "Anyways, you worked out. And?"

"And what? It worked a little bit."

"So, what do you need me for?"

The kryptonian brought her hand to her forehead and sighed. "It obviously didn't do enough for me. I spent a few days in Kal's fortress of solitude pushing hundreds of millions of tons of pressure, but the overall increase was like... a couple dozen million extra tons of strength. Plus that could've been a margin of error, or maybe I got a little extra sun."

"And if you can lift hundreds of million of tons of weight, remind me again why you need more power?"

"Bruce."

The man turned his neck to face her. "Batman." He corrected her before returning to his typing.

"Batman." Kara held back a quip. "You know what happened. You know everything that happens."

"You're referring to your encounter with Darkseid." The statement was presented as a fact.

"Yeah." Kara affirmed. "I need to become as strong as my cousin. To you, it probably seems silly... but to me..."

Suddenly the keyboard strokes ceased. Batman stood up from his chair and started walking away. "Forget about it."

"Hey!" Kara yelled again before moving over towards him.

"Go home Kara." Batman ordered.

Frustrated, she walked right in front of him. The difference in their physiques was staggering. Even without any equipment, Bruce Wayne stood at 6'2" - a full 10 inches over her 5'4", but his thick combat boots added another couple, allowing him to clear a foot of height over her. His tremendous chest and back also eclipsed hers - to the untrained eye he appeared to possess twice the width that she did.

Batman spoke again: "Don't be difficult."

She floated up off of the ground so she could look into his eyes. As she performed this display of power, something interesting occurred: a fluctuation in The Dark Knight's biorhythm. His heart beat a tiny bit faster, his breath quickened just a tad. Only someone with her superhuman senses could detect such a minuscule difference.

Bruce spoke again: "Kara. I think by now you know how I am. I have a contingency plan for every member of the League. Why would I want to make you, someone who is essentially a living god, even more powerful? Why would I make it even more difficult to plan for that?"

The blond snickered. She could tell from his heart rate alone that this was an act. His ability to control his own breathing patterns was quite impressive though.

"Oh come on Bruce. Darkseid of all people completely wrecked me!"

"Darkseid is a very formidable opponent Kara. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Supergirl rolled her eyes. "Even YOU'VE beaten him in combat."

Batman squinted, the white eyes of his cowl following the motion. "What's THAT supposed to mean? Besides, I tricked him. Hand to hand my blows would do nothing against him."

"I'm just giving you a hard time Bruce."

"Strange tactic considering you're asking me a favor."

"Bruce..." she landed and strode towards him, returning to her usual confidence and girlish energy. It was time to put on a show and break the icy exterior of Batman's heart. Kara knew she could do this, and failure wasn't an option. The more confident she was now, the more quickly she could get what she wanted. At arm's length, she reached out and placed a solitary finger on his armored chest. The man's heart-rate sped up even further; even all of his willpower couldn't prevent him from breathing more heavily. "I know how you feel about me."

Despite standing over a head taller than her, Batman knew that at this very moment there was literally nothing he could do to stop her physically. Even the Kryptonite in his belt would prove useless, as it would be impossible for him to reach for it in time.

"What are you talking about Kara?"

"I do admit..." she kept her finger on his chestplate, running it up and down. "You've got a remarkable poker face for a human, but not even you can control your pulse, nor the natural release of hormones in your system."

A cold sweat ran down the caped crusader's neck.

"You've got the hots for me Batboy."

"Supergirl." he started, sternly. "This is hardly professional. I'd rather not have to talk to Superman about what is occurring here."

"Oh. You won't. That's why this entire place is covered with lead, so he can't see what you're up to. That's why there's a flurry of sound frequencies going off at all times, so he can't hear either."

"That's not just to prevent Clark from spying on me. There are other beings that those measures shield this place from..."

"Of course not. After all, there's nothing you could do to actually stop Kal from just barging in here. Even that Kryptonite ring would be pretty useless against a well-aimed heat ray."

"KARA. That's enough."

Supergirl was unrelenting. She reached up, delicately placing her hands on his cowl to remove it. Without hesitation, Batman grasped her hands to stop her. Kara snickered at his efforts and continued to remove his helmet. He struggled, but all of his strength couldn't match even a fraction of hers. He couldn't even budge her thin arms with the entirety of his upper body strength.

"Gosh Bruce. I may only be 19 years old, but even I can tell from here that you're really quite enjoying this! Experiencing my strength first hand. How exciting!" she proceeded to take off his helmet completely, revealing his handsome face. "You're lucky that you're such a hunk, otherwise I might be offended that someone more than twice my age was getting stiff right next to me!"

Wayne's forehead was dotted with sweat. He decided to see what she was going to do next. It's not like he had much say in the matter anyways.

"Really though, us girls like it when guys just chill out." Supergirl pursed her lips and blew out a gust of air just fast enough to wipe the sweat off Batman's brow without harming him at all. "There, much better." she winked.

"Alright Kara. I think we should agree to keep all of this between us." The last thing Bruce needed was for the other League members to hear that he had the hots for Superman's younger cousin.

"Oh come on mister tall, dark and handsome. Everyone knows you've got a thing for... powerful women." she moved her hands over his chestplate, digging her fingers in just enough to pierce the armor. "We all know about the way you look at Wonder Woman... And, well, those of us with enhanced senses can pretty easily pick up on how your physiology reacts to the other super powered hotties in the League too. Not that I can blame you. I mean, we're just so much better than every human woman alive. Even Catgirl must feel... limp compared to what Diana would provide. Plus, we know you deserve it. There isn't a human woman alive who can compare to what you've built out of yourself."

Bruce's iron will momentarily broke and he let out a gulp. "You mentioned everyone with enhanced senses knowing. What about Kal? What does he know?"

"Oh, he knows. I'm sure he even knows about your eyes for me. He just choses to accept you for your... mortal faults." she broke off the rest of his chest-piece, revealing his Olympian pectorals. The armor was reinforced to the point that it was practically bulletproof, yet her slender, feminine fingers tore through it like tissue paper. "Besides, I'm nineteen. I'm a big girl. A legal adult. I can make my own choices."

"Kara. What do you think that I can do for you anyways? You have a super-powered brain. So does your cousin. There are other League members that outstrip my scientific knowledge. Why ask me?"

"Oh Brucey... It doesn't matter how FAST us Kryptonians can think. You're just too... creative. 'lateral thinking' as you call it?" she lowered her tone of voice to continue thrilling him.

"Fine. Regardless, you still haven't given me a reason to empower you further. Why not just take a dip in the sun? Go star-bathing?"

"Oh, that's nice and all, but it's just a temporary power-up But I need my baseline to become more powerful. Imagine it Bruce. Imagine me stronger than Darkseid. Or... let's cut to the chase, stronger than Kal."

"I don't see how that's advantageo-" he was cut off, Kara had levitated to place her at face level with him and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Bruce wrapped his arms around the floating girl, returning the gesture. He had been with a myriad of women as both Bruce Wayne and as The Dark Knight, but he had never tasted anything nearly as alluring as the Kryptonian girl. With his hands around her, Bruce squeezed with every ounce of his strength. No matter how hard he gripped, he could never hope to ever harm Kara. Deep down, this thrilled him to no end. After living his entire life in complete control of everything, Bruce wanted nothing more than to be at the mercy of an incredibly sexy and powerful woman.

Just as he was getting into it, Supergirl broke off his embrace and floated away. "Not yet studly." she wagged a finger. "Now do you see how we can mutually benefit one another?"

Unphased, Bruce picked up his cowl and placed it back on his head. "Fine. I need to run some tests on your physiology. There's only so much DNA samples off of tatters of your clothes tell me." Batman explained, leading her towards another section of the Batcave.

[magnusmagneto]

4.) A short while later
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"As you can see here..." Batman started, pointing at the screen. "Despite being the same species, you and Clark possess drastically different physical makeups."

Kara squinted a bit. Even with her superhuman processing speed, she failed to understand what was so significant. "Isn't this similar to the type of difference between human males and females?" she inquired.

"Not quite. You're missing the point. Look at how bright the cells are."

"Well, mine are definitely brighter. That isn't just from the lighting or something?"

Batman snickered. For her super-powered brain, Kara really wasn't as intelligent as he'd imagine. "No. It's from the yellow sun radiation empowering you."

"But... we have the same thing? Why am I so much brighter?"

"Exactly. Now you're starting to follow along. It's clear to me that the lion's share of solar radiation for both Clark and yourself is stored within your muscle cells and skin cells. That is to say, your bones and other organs absorb some of the radiation, but not nearly as much. This is of particular interest because Clark possesses far larger muscle cells than you. In terms of lean muscle mass alone, I'd say he carries at least three times what you do, despite only being 100 pounds heavier."

"R-really?" Kara sputtered.

"Yes. This is some rough math, but a tremendous amount of mass on his frame is muscle, far more than a typical human's, while at least 65% of yours isn't. Frankly, your body is quite thin. Even though your muscles are well-toned, you're a fairly small girl. De-powered, I would estimate you'd actually weigh a good 20 pounds less than the Justice League's record of 135. Clark on the other hand is fairly light for a man his size. This has a relative compounding effect, which is why Clark has so much more sheer muscle than you."

Kara nodded. "So are you saying I just need to gain muscle?"

"That's the simplest way to put it. Since your cells appear to hold solar energy at least twice as efficiently as his, every ounce of muscle you gain would relate to an increase in your powers. It's also worth noting that, by my calculations, he's only 20% more powerful than you, despite possessing such a greater amount of muscle. It just seems like he's much more powerful due to how immense your baseline power is. After all, 20 percent of one billion is far more impressive than 20 percent of one hundred."

Kara nodded again. "So... if I had a 10 percent increase to my muscle mass, I'd become as strong as him? Since I'm twice as efficient?"

Batman shook his head. "It's not quite like that. You need to remember that your cells are more efficient than his, but you're also starting off with far less muscle mass. A 10 percent increase of your muscle mass would probably grant you three to four pounds."

"But I'm..." Kara started until he realized he was referring to her muscle alone, not her total weight. She then mentally calculated how much actual muscle must be on her frame and felt fairly embarrassed. "Okay. I think I kind of get it."

"There's more." Batman continued: "The truth is, even if we do find a way to invoke hypertrophy in your body, we don't actually know if things will remain equal. That is to say, we don't know if your cells will remain that efficient. It is possible that they are only that efficient because of your size."

"But it's still the most promising way yet. Everything else involves some kind of artifact or external source powering me up. I want to make ME stronger, the baseline me. Plus, it'd be fun to flex up bigger guns."

Bruce nodded.

Kara continued: "So, with that in mind, do you, uh, have any ideas to beef me up?"

He snickered. "I always have ideas Kara. I'm Batman. So yes. However, I must warn you ahead of time, you may not like what I'm about to propose."

Supergirl gulped. "This is going to involve going to some strange alien planet isn't it?"

"Worse."

"Another dimension...?"

"Worse."

"What could be worse!?"

"You'll need to be depowered. Fully depowered."

"What do you mean by that?" This time it was Supergirl who was slightly nervous.

"I mean depowered to a state where even exposure to the sun won't help you."

Kara gulped again. "Why?"

"You answered the question yourself earlier. For some reason, the yellow-sun radiation won't allow you to invoke true hypertrophy. Of course, it's possible that simply being Kryptonian is why you can't, but your physiology is so close to human that I really doubt that's the case."

Kara let out a loud sigh.

Bruce continued: "And again, I must warn you, I don't actually know if this is going to do anything. I'm merely acting off of a hunch. The method I have prepared could have unintended side effects. You have to completely trust me or you might die. It's your call. Once we start, we can't stop."

"Just... just what are your proposing?"

Batman grabbed onto a small metal briefcase nearby and opened it, revealing a syringe. "Inside this solution is a swarm of Kryptonite infused nanobots that will replicate themselves and attach to nearly every cell in your body, effectively disabling the chloroplasts that you use to gather yellow-sun radiation.. As long as the bots are inside you, there is no way for you to absorb yellow-sun radiation; the sun will do nothing other than give you a tan and/or skin cancer from prolonged exposure. That is to say, you will be almost identical to a human."

Kara gulped once more.

"To answer your next few questions: 1. Yes, it should be reversible. In theory, the wireless frequency I setup to automatically kill the nanobots will immediately restore the cells' yellow-sun chloroplasts. Worst case scenario, I make another batch of nanobots that kill the first group. Still, this is experimental and carries that risk. 2. Yes, I did make this as a contingency in case you, Clark, or another Kryptonian was completely out of control and we needed to depower them, without coming to bloodshed. 3. Yes, I have another batch WITHOUT the kill command. 4. For your own safety you will need to stay here at Wayne Manor. Preferably near me at all times unless there is an emergency for me to attend to; I'm sure you have plenty of enemies who would love to encounter you without your powers. 5. If we do this, we cannot tell Clark until absolutely necessary. Any other questions?"

Kara thought for a moment, but realized that he had anticipated everything she'd ask. She shook her head.

"Good." Batman continued. "Now, are you positive you still want to go through with this? After we inject the nanobots, there's no turning back. While there is a kill command for them, it might be deadly to shock your system that quickly, at least a few weeks will be needed to do it safely."

Kara bit her bottom lip. The prospect of losing her powers while on earth was terrifying. Sure, there had been a few times where she was temporarily depowered, usually from exposure to green Kryptonite, but these setbacks were always momentary. What Bruce was suggesting, going weeks or even months without her powers... Entirely placing her trust in the hands of the man who had myriad contingency plans to disable her at will. Her head was spinning. Still, Bruce was, as far as she could tell, her only possibility of becoming more powerful. He also seemed to know more about her and her brother's body than anyone else on the planet.

Finally, she gave one final committal nod.

"Alright. Follow me." Batman said, leading the way to their next destination.

5.) A few minutes later.
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Batman and Supergirl approached a large set of metallic hanger doors. The man in black placed his eyes in front of a retinal scanner, and the huge chunk of lead-covered steel opened up. Inside was a small hallway and another set of doors. Bruce entered. Her stomach churning in knots, Kara followed him. After she crossed the threshold, the doors behind them shut firmly.

"You know where we're headed, right?" Bruce asked as he approached a second retinal scanner, bringing himself to eye level with it.

"Uh... no."

A moment later, the second set opened up, and Kara immediately received her answer: there was a large chamber, fashioned like a bedroom with a dull ominous red glow.

"Red sun room." Bruce stated. "After you."

Kara hesitated for a moment. This was it. Once she entered that room, the yellow-sun radiation contained in her cells would be expunged. If she was going to turn away, she had to do it now. She still had enough strength to effortlessly open the metal behind her as if it were tissue paper. No - she couldn't turn back now. She needed to prove to Kal and the rest of the Justice League that she could become stronger. She needed to prove to herself that she could. Emboldened with newfound resolve, she took a few strides into the chamber.

Immediately she could feel herself powering down.

Bruce began to speak again: "I know this must be uncomfortable for you. I designed it as a holding chamber in case you, your brother, or any other Kryptonian needed to be captured for whatever reason. I'm sure you think I'm paranoid, but consider all of the times that Kal has been mind controlled, or simply exposed to a strange strain of Kryptonite that altered his personality for a short while. There's also other Kyrptonians out there who aren't as... benevolent as you two are. Bizarro, Zod, and Superboy, er Superman Prime to name a few."

Kara physically shuddered at the mention of that last one - he was essentially a version of Superman from another universe who snapped. "I get it Bruce. I don't blame you. My cousin and I must be pretty terrifying to a man like you." She admitted. "Alright, well, I guess my life's in your hands."

"You'll get to feel what I experience every single day I'm around you and your cousin." Batman conceded.

The authenticity in that last statement caught Kara off guard. With a nod she relaxed and let the sun's empowering rays seep out of her system more quickly.

"As you can see, if it ever did to come to a point where I had to keep you or your cousin in captivity, I wanted to make sure you were taken care of." Bruce said, panning his hand around the lavish living quarters. "I'll let you get settled in. If you get tired, don't be afraid to fall asleep. Catch you later." And with that Batman walked out of the red-sun chamber, the doors closing behind him.

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A few hours later
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It had been so long since Kara had landed on earth and became empowered by the sun that she had all but forgotten the sensation of being 'normal'. She felt weak, emaciated, powerless, and ultimately frightened for her well-being. What if something went wrong? What if this was some elaborate trap by Batman to eliminate a Kyrptonian and better control his world? No – she couldn't think that way. Bruce was The Batman, and if he wanted her dead, he would've done so a while ago; plus he'd have to answer to her cousin if anything went truly wrong. Still, there were other things that concerned her. For example, one time a huge man named Bane broke into Batman's house and literally snapped his back in half. What if something like that occurred? What would she do? She'd be powerless to stand by and try to remain hidden.

A few more agonizingly long moments passed as Kara continued thinking these things over. Suddenly, the door to the red-sun chamber opened and Batman's dark figure took up the majority of the door frame. He slowly walked in, and for the first time in her life, she truly understood what it was about him that struck fear into the hearts of the scum of Gotham: his presence was undeniably terrifying.

The dark symbol of vengeance draw closer, and Kara felt a shiver run down her spine. The Justice League database placed him at 210 pounds of pure peak human muscle without his equipment, which gave him a 75 pound advantage over her lithe frame; or, perhaps even more if his theory about the yellow-sun radiation making her heavier was true. Worse, Kara was entirely untrained in martial arts, having always relied on her supernatural powers to get by, while Bruce Wayne was secretly the most powerful unpowered human alive.

"Has the last vestige of yellow sun radiation has left your body?" Batman asked in his usual scowling tone.

"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Kara replied.

He shook his head. "Pretty sure isn't good enough. If a single cell in your body is still supercharged, you could very well die from the Kryptonite fused nanobots. I have never witnessed firsthand what happens when a Kryptonian still holding yellow-sun radiation is injected with them. I won't take any chances with you.

Kara gulped. "Well..." she concentrated on using her x-ray vision: no use; heat vision: same luck; flight: no dice. "I can't use any of my powers..."

The caped man shook his head again. "Sorry Kara, I can't take any chances. You'll need to stay in here overnight. I'll have Alfred bring you a meal and any reading material you'd like."

"How about a TV at least?" She asked, her clear blue eyes pleading.

Bruce shook his head a third time. "Televisions give off trace amounts of radiation. While I doubt it'll have an effect on you, we have to be absolutely certain that there is nothing left in your system, otherwise the Kryptonite in the nanobots could be fatal."

Kara let out a long, defeated sigh.

Bruce spoke again: "Look, if you don't want to do this, you can walk out and fly home. I warned you that it was going to be hard. That it'd be hell. That I don't even know if it'll work."

This time it was Kara who shook her head. "No. I'm doing it. I need to try, otherwise I'll always be second rate to my cousin."

A smile formed on the lips beneath the dark helmet. "Good. Well, like I said, Alfred will accommodate you. I'll see you in the morning, Kara."

And with that, Supergirl was alone.

-

Alfred: Batman's butler, assistant, and surrogate father-figure, was an agreeable enough fellow. Kara had never met the old man before, and he seemed to take a kind of pity on the depowered alien girl. At first he brought her an extremely verbose selection of books, none of which were particularly appealing, but she ultimately chose one of the 'classics' at random: a thick leather-bound hardcover titled "Moby-Dick".

It was a hefty tome, and the former Girl of Steel found that her thin arms actually had difficulty hoisting it around. She sat down and let the red glow of the lights illuminate the words on the page. To her shock, she actually had to lean in and closely examine the pages, as her eyes couldn't effortlessly discern each word. Another shock soon hit her: reading was... hard. She had to mentally vocalize each and every word – a painstaking process in comparison to her former ability to instantly scan and memorize every passage of text she laid eyes on.

The prose in the novel featured long, extensively detailed sentences adorned with a tremendous number of commas – some of the sentences reached nearly the length of an entire page. Kara found it difficult to merely recall what had happened a few paragraphs ago. Her mind had grown soft and hazy from over reliance on her powers to speed things up. "What on earth does... Circumambulate mean?" she asked out loud, sighing heavily. If she had her powers, she could instantly access the entirety of the English language dictionary, immediately plucking from it the information she desired. Now however, all of that knowledge seemed to be locked behind a gate of mental fog.

Frustration settled in, but she refused to give up. Millions of earthlings had read this book, so why shouldn't she be able to? Despite her newly ignited motivation, it was an arduous task to finish even a single page. She had to take multiple breaks to soak in what was being said at all. It was a humiliating prospect, as Kara knew that some high school students read this book as part of their education, yet here she was, a girl who had always viewed herself superior to them, struggling with such a simple task.

Eventually a new problem made itself apparent to Kara: she was hungry. She hadn't been hungry since her time back on Argo City. Fortunately for her, with eerie accuracy, Alfred had anticipated this would occur, and he returned to the room without her needing to call for him. Kara placed an order of food for Alfred to prepare, and she returned to the seemingly insurmountable task of reading the novel. Compounding the difficulty of the text was Kara's mind wandering off as she wondered if Alfred really did foresee her becoming hungry, or if that was Bruce's foresight.

Regardless of who had anticipated her needs, Alfred returned less than half an hour later, and brought the sustenance that Kara so desperately wanted. She ate ravenously, as her life actually depended on it. She soon became thirsty, and chugged a great deal of water as well.

The rest of the evening, Kara tried to read the book, but eventually drowsiness overcame her – yet another sensation that had eluded her the past few years underneath Earth's yellow sun. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.

-

The innermost set of doors to the Red Sun room opened and Batman entered, waking Kara from her slumber. To her surprise, he was dressed in business casual attire. A dark button-up shirt that showcased his V-shaped upper body tucked into an fancy pair of khaki pants. Kara had to admit, he was extremely handsome, and would've been a looker even on her homeworld. She had no concept of how long she had been asleep, and... her head hurt – a sensation that she hadn't even experienced on her homeworld.

"Sleep well?" Batman asked. He held the metallic briefcase he had earlier in his hands.

Kara wiped her eyes clear. "I think so... but... ugh" she grasped her forehead. "Some kind of... sensation in my mind. A kind of pain..."

"A headache?" Bruce asked with a chuckle.

Kara's eyes grew wide. "What is that? Some kind of brain cancer?!" For all of the information she devoured on various aspects of earthling life while she was still Supergirl, Kara was woefully ignorant on some of the most basic concepts.

Bruce chuckled harder. "No. It's just a part of being human. Drink some water. If the feeling continues after a short while, we'll get you some pain meds."

Kara quickly reached over for the water and started chugging it down.

"You really never had a headache growing up?" Bruce inquired.

Kara shook her head in response, before realizing that she had jerked around too quickly and had exacerbated the pain – causing her to grab her forehead again.

"Anyways." Bruce started again. "When you're ready, we can start the next part of the process. Unless your night as a human has scared you too much and you want out now."

Kara had come too far to chicken out now. She wanted to show Kal that she could become something more. "Let's do it."

With a nod, Bruce produced the syringe from the briefcase, brought it to Kara's arm and injected the contents. A few wordless moments passed where nothing happened. Before long however a sensation overcame the blond, her entire body felt... numb. "Getting sleepy even though I just woke up..." she announced with a yawn.

"I expected that." Bruce explained. "Don't worry, feel free to fall aslee-" he cut himself short as Kara began to fall over from fainting. Deftly, he swooped down and caught her in his arms, effortlessly lifting her up. His immense training and considerable bulk made her small body extremely easy to carry. With a smile on his face, Bruce carried the sleeping Kryptonian to another wing of the manor. It was amazing to him how a mere few hours ago this sleeping girl possessed more strength than every human on the planet combined. It was even more bewildering to him that he was going to actively help her acquire more. Eventually he brought her limp, sleeping body to a spare room and placed her down in a guest bed before tucking her in.

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[Due to character limit, Chapter 2 begins here...]

Chapter 2

6.) The next day
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Bruce Wayne was studying in his living room, book in hand. Normally he would be elsewhere in the manor, but he wanted to be nearby when Kara awoke from her slumber. At around 1 PM, the Kryptonian woke up and stumbled into the living room.

"Morning Kara." Bruce greeted.

If someone had told Bruce Wayne that the girl in front of him was Supergirl, he'd know because he's Batman; but any layman would've laughed at the prospect. The girl was a hot mess. Her hair was an unkempt mess, her eyes crusted, and she looked mentally shell-shocked. One of the lesser known traits of being super powered was Kara never needed to bother tending to her hair, it was supernaturally perfect - but that was no longer the case.

"Good... morning." She said, dragging her feet towards him, into the light. For a brief moment she expected the sun's rays to begin empowering her. A second later she was painfully reminded that wasn't about to happen. She was stuck without her powers. She glanced down and something caught her attention: "B-b-bruce...." Kara sputtered, physically terrified.

"Yes Kara?" he replied, interestingly enough not taking the time to correct her for referring to him by his real name.

"I... what the... what is this?" she asked, grabbing onto a small collection of flab on her midsection.

"That would be fat." he responded bluntly before getting up and moving over towards her to get a better look at what she was talking about.

"But... how? Did I gain weight overnight?" Kara pouted, staring dejectedly at the tiny pouch of excess weight.

"Not sure. Let's take a look." Bruce reached over and grabbed onto the flab, an assertive move that caught the girl off-guard. He continued to explore her form at his will, poking her fairly soft midsection before moving his hands up to squeeze her arms. "Your arms have also lost their conditioning."

"I wasn't like this when I was unpowered on my homeworld... shouldn't I be stronger than the average woman here from growing up with higher gravity?"

Bruce stroked his chin before coming to a conclusion. "We'd have to run more tests to be entirely sure, but my Ph. D level knowledge of biology, medicine, and physics all lead me to believe that your body actually adapted to your powers. That is to say, it became soft and untrained due to the effects of the yellow sun radiation on your cells."

"But I was... fit."

Bruce nodded. "Yes. However, that was due to the telekinetic fields your body was exuding."

Kara tilted her head, she clearly wasn't following along with what the billionaire was implying.

Bruce spoke again: "Do you... really not understand how your powers work?"

"Uhh..." Kara felt embarrassed.

Batman chuckled. "Your ability to lift things doesn't actually come from your muscles. Even if a man or woman the size of Clark or yourself were to possess cells 1000 times more efficient than their baseline, they wouldn't be as strong as you. It's beyond the scope of reality for muscles, regardless of makeup, to be that efficient. Instead, you are creating a telekenetic field that you exert on objects by touching them. This is why you can lift a mountain or building overhead without the entire structure crumbling from weight distribution."

The woman from Krypton's mouth was half-dropped from this detailed breakdown of her abilities that she herself was unaware of. "How did you..."

"I'm Batman." he announced with a smug smirk. "It would be pretty foolish for me to NOT understand how you and your cousin function."

"So... what does this mean for me now?"

"Well, for starters you may want to consider wearing a bra."

"A what?" Kara asked out loud. "Oh wait... those things that I sometimes see underneath woman's clothing covering their breasts?"

"Yes."

"Why would I?-" Kara interrupted herself before glancing down at her chest and audibly gasping. The twin globes of femininity that had stayed perfectly pert since puberty were now drooping downward. Her face turned flush red, and she crossed her arms, placing them beneath her bosom to push it upward. "I... I think I'm going to need new clothing."

Bruce nodded before speaking again: "To better answer your earlier question, the yellow sun radiation was empowering your entire body. It enlarged your muscle cells slightly while tucking in any body fat, giving you the flawless image you had. Without the telekinetic field coating your body, and without the slightly enlarged muscle cells... well, this is what you'd look like as a regular human woman, as it appears your Kryptonian conditioning from higher gravity has been lost over the years."

Kara sniffed deeply, not out of sadness, but because she was picking up a scent – a task that wasn't immediate without her powers. The scent was... her, but not in a good way. "I need to shower too." A drop of sweat broke out on her forehead from anxiety, yet another problem she hadn't needed to deal with in the past few years.

Bruce tried his hardest not to laugh, but he couldn't help it. "Don't worry about it Kara. I'm glad that you can understand what it's like to be a human. Go take a shower. Alfred will prepare some garments to clothe you. After that we can go shopping on my dime."

The woman formerly known as Supergirl let out a sigh. "Bruce... my body..."

"I warned you that you'd have to go through some displeasure to achieve your goal. Train with me, follow every direction, and soon you won't be afraid to show off your midriff again."

"Right." Kara nodded, her determination rekindled.

-

In the Wayne Manor bathroom assigned to her, Kara Zor-El stared intently at her face in the mirror. Without her empowered vision, she had to peer closely into the looking glass get a good view of herself. She could already see small blemishes and flaws in her face. Kara disrobed and peered at her naked body. Faint bruises from where Darkseid had pummeled her a few days prior were slightly visible. "I thought those healed..." Kara whined to herself with a sigh. Her entire body was slightly flabby, though she was still above average in terms of attractiveness.

The next task for her to deal with was the shower. When she had super powers it was fairly rare that she actually needed to bother with taking them, and when she did, the temperature didn't matter at all. Hot, cold, lukewarm; either way the water always felt fine. Today however, it had to be just right. The highest setting was extremely painful, and the lower settings were unpleasant. Finally she found a happy medium and soaped herself clean; yet another inconvenience she had forgotten about.

-

After washing and drying herself, Kara found that a new set of clothes were already placed on her bed. She struggled to understand the intricacies of putting on the bra, but eventually managed to figure it out. The rest of her attire consisted of a pair of athletic shorts and a blue tank-top with a familiar red S on it. She rolled her eyes at the shirt and walked out of her room, where her nose was greeted by the delightful scent of eggs and bacon. Her stomach growled and she couldn't believe how a simple aroma could invoke so much hope and joy.

A few minutes later, Kara was eating a hearty plate of breakfast food prepared by Alfred. Bruce was watching. Feeling somewhat off put from the silence, she decided to strike up some conversation: "So did you make this tank-top Alfred? It has the house of El symbol on it."

Both Bruce and Alfred chuckled. Bruce spoke up: "Found it at the mall a while ago when I was preparing outfits for girls who needed a change of clothing in the morning after parties. It's fortunate that you're close to model-like proportions."

"This... was in a human store?" Kara asked.

"Of course."

"This is the symbol of my family!"

"Clothing companies have been profiting off of that logo ever since your cousin showed up and saved the day wearing it. Get used to it kid."

Kara rolled her eyes and stuffed another forkful into her mouth. "So what's next? Is this going to be like that movie that's popular among you humans: Rocky? Am I going to go running and punch things and drink raw eggs?"

Bruce shook his head. "Not quite. Running would be counter productive at this stage, at least until we have a better understanding of how your body functions in this state. Basically our objective here is to put as much muscle onto your frame as possible. Running, while useful for cardiovascular fitness, would require your caloric consumption to be higher, and we aren't sure just how much you can eat yet."

Kara vaguely followed along. In reality she was primarily concerned with the food in front of her, as she savored each and every bite.

"Anyways." Bruce continued, "As soon as you're ready, as long as you're feeling healthy, we need to initiate strength training. Every day you're in this state is a liability, from both your enemies and my allies. Your suspension from the League has provided a reasonable cover story for you to disappear off the grid for a while, but eventually Clark will grow concerned."

"Strength training... like lifting weights?"

"Precisely."

Kara nodded and gulped down some orange juice. "Alright, I'm ready!"

Bruce was surprised by her enthusiasm. "You sure?"

"Like you said, every moment we waste is a liability."

Bruce grinned and led Kara towards the Wayne Manor gym.

7.)
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The Wayne Manor gym was, as to be expected, essentially the Olympic standard in terms of strength training equipment. Huge weights to challenge every muscle group were present, alongside various machines to fit other functions. Unknown to the average visitor of the manor, there was another, secret gym in the Bat Cave that Bruce used when he wanted to truly push himself. After all, a bench press setup that can go up to 1200 pounds would be awfully suspicious in a playboy billionaire's gym, even if he did possess an Olympian physique.

Before they started the workout, Bruce had some recordings taken with various machines. To his surprise, Kara's entire physiology had changed in subtle ways from exposure to the nanobots. As he predicted, she only weighed 116 pounds now, 20 less than the League's record. He was unsure if their weighing process was faulty, or if that was due to the yellow-sun radiation; either way, it was always fairly ridiculous to him that a girl as small as Kara was listed as 135.

Bruce was still in business casual clothing as he was not participating in today's training session other than to initially show Kara how to perform each exercise. They had started off with a few compound exercises, namely squats and dead lifts. This was a sobering experience for Kara as she started off with close to what a beginner would.

Typically Bruce would recommend they isolate body parts to work on separate days, but since time was of the essence and he was unsure how exactly Kara's body would react to training, he opted to have her perform a full body work out.

Kara was underneath a bench press bar with a mere five pounds slapped on each side, equaling 55 pounds in total. She was deep into her final set, and quickly fatigue was setting in.

"Again." Batman ordered, commanding she perform another repetition of the exercise.

"Again!?" Kara exclaimed pathetically.

"Again." Batman affirmed emphatically.

Kara lifted the weight once more, her arms and chest quivering and trembling from the effort. Bruce glanced downward and observed that even her core was quaking; her struggle was genuine. Slowly, the bar reached its apex, and Kara looked as if she was ready to rack the barbell up and move to the next exercise.

Bruce spoke again: "One more."

"I... you can't be serious. There's no way."

"One. More."

"Bruce!"

"That's Batman to you."

"Batman!"

"Kara. One more."

"Please..."

Bruce sighed before channeling his inner motivator. "Kara. Listen to me. This last repition... This is what will separate you from your cousin. It's what separates me from 99% of my fellow men. It's what cuts the wheat from the chaff. It's the difference between greatness and just good enough. Now, I'll say it again: One. More."

Kara closed her eyes and pushed with everything she had, letting out a vicious cry.

"Come on." Bruce urged again. "I thought you were a SUPER girl." He mocked.

Fury coursing through her veins, the kryptonian mustered everything she had in her depowered body, and finally hoisted the weight into the air, letting out a loud, feminine groan. Her arms trembled and shook. Bruce had to quickly move in and grab the barbell to re-rack it. Kara was panting profusely and sweating an equal amount. Her face was bright red from effort, and her entire body heaved with her breaths.

"Here." Bruce said, bringing a water bottle to her mouth. "Drink." He ordered.

Kara did, sucking down the water greedily.

While she drank, Bruce spoke again: "Now that you're effectively human, you need to take care of your physical needs. That includes keeping yourself hydrated." All while saying this he kept the water bottle at the perfect level to continue funneling water into her mouth.

Kara found himself staring into Bruce's face. Those deep blue eyes of his, that chiseled jaw, and thick dark hair. The way he spoke with confidence and experience. Kara felt herself... swooning. She hadn't felt this way about a man in years. After all, it was difficult for her to be impressed with someone like Bruce when he possessed an infinitesimal amount of strength compared to her. Only a few men in the league could compare to her cousin, and she wasn't into incest. But today... she was beginning to truly appreciate why so many of Earth's women threw themselves at Bruce, and not just for his money.

"Now, time to target your shoulders, triceps, and biceps." Bruce barked, his voice cutting through her daydream.

Kara let out a sigh. The momentary illusion was shattered. Bruce the romantic was gone, and Batman the trainer had returned.

8.) The next day, Wayne Manor living room
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"My body... aches?" Kara explained, her inflection stating it as a question.

"You've never been sore before?" Bruce responded, somewhat incredulously.

The blond shook her head. "Never. On my home world there was no need to exercise since the gravity shaped everyone's bodies into what you'd consider ideal proportions."

"Interesting." Bruce stroked his chin. "Well, you're on Earth now. This is a sensation that will last anywhere from 12 to 72 hours, though that can vary. It typically indicates that your body is repairing itself. That is to say, when you lifted weights, your muscles fibers were physically torn up, but now they are reforming to a stronger state."

"Ooh!" Kara's eyes lit up. "So it's working!"

Bruce grinned at her enthusiasm. "It should be, though we still need more time to be certain."

"Alright! Let's go lift more weights!"

Bruce shook his head. "Not yet. It's important to allow your muscles to heal first. Only after they've recovered should we tear them apart again. It's a process we'll repeat as long as you can continue gaining strength."

Kara half pouted, but she trusted Bruce. "Well... alright."

"Anyways, since today is something of an off-day, how about we go shopping? I'll help you pick out new clothing, and maybe some other stuff as well."

The blond felt somewhat uneasy about the prospect. "Won't Clark see us? What about the rest of the League?"

"I've got a solution for that." Bruce produced two small pins from his pocket. "If you put this on, it will emit a frequency that will trick Clark into thinking you're a random person. From a great distance at least. It creates a frequency field around you that interferes with his X-ray based vision and hearing. Of course, if he were to also be shopping at the same mall, it wouldn't do us any good. Still, I highly doubt a journalist's salary will cover where we're headed."

Without thinking about the specifics too hard, Kara took the pin and put it on. A few minutes later they were in the back of one of Bruce's vehicles, being chauffeured by Alfred to a nearby shopping district.

-

Dressed in a long-sleeved designer t-shirt, expensive jeans, and a high-end pair of sunglasses, Kara frankly looked no different than an ordinary 19 year old girl of good breeding. Bruce was decked out in a fashionable outfit of his own, also wearing sunglasses to slightly mask his identity. During the shopping trip, Kara felt sheer unyielding terror. The vast majority of people around her were stronger than her, something she never experienced before while on Earth. Worse yet, her body still ached from the workout, which meant she was even less effective than she normally would've been.

Without her superhuman senses, Kara had to actively put in effort to be aware of her surroundings. From every direction, each noise was something that could be potentially fatal for her. The only safety she had was Bruce, to whom she clung like a scared child. Fortunately for her, Bruce was more than accommodating, guiding her by the small of her back, all while a personal shopper filled up a cart with various articles of clothing. At his urging, they accounted for any potential growth Kara might incur, purchasing multiple sizes of every item. In general, Kara found herself embarrassed by some of the more sensual and revealing articles Bruce insisted on picking up, but he assured her that in no-time flat she'd be more than eager to show off with them.

During their trip, something crept into Kara's mind. "You know, Bruce... aren't you a little, I dunno, embarrassed to be seen in public with a girl like me?"

"Hmm?" Bruce played dumb, though in reality he knew exactly what Kara would say next. He mentally formulated his response while she said the words close to verbatim.

"I mean, I always see you in the papers with only the most famous and elite fashion models by your side."

Bruce chuckled. "Believe me Kara, despite being one of the richest men in the world, I can't afford to care about what people will think of the girl next to me." He then lowered his voice to a hush that would be inaudible to all but her: "Though, you are correct that Bruce Wayne usually has a certain type of woman around him. Of course, you of all people know that my true tastes are a little different."

Kara followed along with his cue, also speaking in a tone that would be inaudible to those around them except for Bruce: "You mean the true you prefers super powered girls?"

Bruce shrugged. "Something like that. In truth some of the greatest nights of my life were spent with world class female body builders, but that's something you'll never see in the papers."

Kara mulled his statement over and began to fear that perhaps this shopping trip would be captured by the paparazzi. Then again, she was positive that Bruce had accounted for that and it wouldn't be a problem. After all, he was Batman. Satisfied, she returned to clinging to him as if he were a life raft in a harsh Ocean.

9.) Later that night
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Kara was dressed in a cute set of pajamas. Her body was still quite sore from the prior day's exercises. Bruce offered to giver her a massage to relieve tension, explaining that he had undergone extensive training that firmly placed him as a master of the craft. With nothing to lose, Kara agreed. She was quickly overwhelmed by how simultaneously sensual and powerful Bruce's touch was. He knew precise what areas to target, and how much pressure to apply.

During the session, Bruce noted something peculiar: that Kara's muscles seemed to be in slightly better conditioning than they were when he last touched them yesterday. This made Kara's ears perk up with delight as she envisioned her body returning to its former taut form. No, that wasn't good enough - she needed real muscle, like Wonder Woman. No, like Powergirl. No... even Powergirl wasn't THAT buff. She needed to be like Big Barda, or possibly even more muscular. She hoped that the added bulk wouldn't diminish her attractiveness, but reminded herself that she was of Kryptonian heritage. Somewhere between her immaculate bone structure and the inevitable return of yellow-sun radiation, she'd be stunning even with bulging biceps, or perhaps she'd be more beautiful because of them.

Eventually Bruce finished the session and bid Kara goodnight. She spent the next hour trying to continue deciphering the tome of Moby-Dick, though Ishmael's rants about seemingly nothing were still nearly impossible for her to truly follow along with.

9.5) The next day
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A shrill scream from the guest bathroom had both Bruce and Alfred rushing in. Kara was in front of the mirror with a downright horrified expression on her face. "Wh-what is this!?" she screamed pointing to her forehead. Immediately the source of the girl's distress was apparent: she had a large pimple.

Both Alfred and Bruce broke out into near hysterical laughter, which in turn infuriated Kara. Bruce gave his butler a healthy pat on the back and told him to take care of this.

Alfred was simultaneously kind and snarky in his explanation. He explained to Kara in great detail how she needed to take care of her skin now, washing it regularly, and to not abuse it. Eventually he produced a small vial of cover up and taught her how to apply it on the mark, a temporary stop-gap until she better adjusted to her depowered body.

After the pimple saga was laid to rest, Kara consumed a large breakfast. She noticed that she felt more energetic than the day before, and her soreness had vanished. This was surprising to Bruce as delayed onset muscle soreness typically lasted longer.

10.) Kara's second weight training session.
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"Is that REALLY all you have?" Bruce's tone was a mix of encouraging, mocking, and demanding. "Nightwing was curling twice that when he was 14 and wearing bright green tights."

Kara's thin arm held a 15 pound dumbbell. She had only finished six repetitions with the thing, and Bruce knew she needed to complete a couple more if she was going to achieve her goals.

"Come ON Bruce!" Kara yelled. "Do you REALLY have to be such a dick about this?"

"Yes." The man responded bluntly. "Now lift that goddamn dumbbell."

Kara squinted her eyes and kept pulling. It was no use. The weight was an insurmountable task.

Bruce sighed and collected his thoughts. He needed to dig deep. To really bring out the coach in him that turned multiple Robins of both genders into fighting machines. No, he needed to dig even further than that, as Kara didn't understand what being human really meant. He brought a hand to her elbow, giving her just enough support that she could catch her breath.

He started speaking again: "I want you to look at your bicep Kara."

Kara did as he said, looking down at the small, formless limb. "Yeah, I get it. I'm pathetic."

"No." Bruce quickly barked. "I want you to really look at it. Envision what it'd look like if it was bigger. Think about how every ounce of muscle you build here will correlate into exponentially greater superpowers later. Think about how even back when you are empowered, people took clowns like Wally West more seriously than you. Think about how they'd view you if you were built more like your cousin."

Kara knew he was right. Even with her powers she was just Kal's little cousin to them; a dumb teenage girl who solely got by on her heritage - an attribute she didn't even earn. Suddenly her arm began to rise again as she willed it to lift the weight. Bruce removed his hand to make sure that she was the one doing this, not him. After finally reaching the apex, she brought her arm down.

"Alright. Good. One more." Bruce ordered.

"Bruce..."

"Kara. Look at your arm again." Bruce ordered. She did as he said. "Notice how it's slightly larger? That's what we call 'the pump'. It's a temporary state of enlarged muscle appearance after working out. Similar to when you would engorge in yellow-sun radiation and become slightly larger. Here however, it's more important. During this state, your body is actually diverting four times as much oxygen as it normally would to your bicep. It's creating new passageways in the forms of capillaries to feed developing the muscles. This is THE most vital aspect of the training session. Now, if you want to achieve the best pump you can, to lay the strongest foundation for as much growth as possible, you NEED to do: One. More. Rep."

With a cry of anguish, Kara performed the task, lifting her arm once again, forcing herself to complete the motion. Finally, she achieved the goal and brought her arm back down before releasing the dumbbell to the ground with a small crash.

-

The next few days passed without much incident. Kara would train her entire body one day, pushed beyond her perceived limits as Bruce demanded she crank out 'just one more' repetition, then the next she'd rest - usually receiving the gift of another massage. To her delight (and secretly Bruce's as well) her strength continued to slowly increase. Her appetite steadily increased as well, but despite this Kara didn't seem to gain any weight at all - quite the opposite in fact.

-
One week after Kara became depowered
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"I need to reiterate that this is truly astounding progress." Bruce said staring at the girl in front of him.

The hot mess of a girl from a week prior was no more. Kara's body had returned to its former glory, in fact slightly exceeded it. She was proud of the progress and had no qualms with wearing a mere sports bra and work out shorts around the manor. Bruce of course didn't object. Small, feminine muscles adorned her frame, effortlessly popping out without any need for external stimulation. Her midsection, while formerly lithe and toned, had become even firmer then before, as a faint outline of a four-pack had made its appearance. Other bulges popped up here and there, for instance a small striation had formed between her shoulder and upper arm.

Thanks to some lessons from Alfred, she had learned how to better take care of her skin, hair and nails; so while she wasn't able to recreate the flawless majesty she possessed while empowered by the yellow-sun radiation, she still looked much more attractive than a mere few days ago.

"Oh come on Bruce, you know better than anyone else I worked my butt off for this!" she exclaimed before

"Seriously Kara. I'm glad your progress is rapid, but in order for you to understand what it's like to be human, I need you make it abundantly clear this is not the norm."

"What do you mean?"

"In terms of lean muscle mass, the average male would be pretty fortunate to gain five pounds in an entire month, let alone a week. Women have an even more difficult time. Of course, there are certain chemicals and hormones that can expedite this process, but naturally humans do not gain muscle this quickly. Here you are, having gained 5 pounds of lean muscle in a mere week."

"Well, I'm not a human!" Kara exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips, causing a pair of cute little triceps to bulge out inadvertently.

"I'm aware." What Bruce wanted to admit was his desire was for Kara to experience what it was truly like to be a human. "To be honest, the part of me that enjoys schadenfreude is kind of disappointed."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kara asked, raising a brow.

"Just that it might've been more... genuine if you had to struggle to gain muscle like most humans do."

"Hey! Weren't you the one going on about how I needed to gain muscle ASAP!?"

"That's true." Bruce conceded. "And you do look great. Still, you have a lot of work to do if you're going to surpass Kal."

Kara nodded. "You got that right! Let's hit the gym!"

As much as Bruce wanted the Kryptonian to experience the true struggle of improving one's body, he had to admit that Kara's enthusiasm was infectious. Besides, he did break her down every workout, so her new strength was earned, even if the process was expedited.

With that, Bruce was the one to follow Kara to the gym. The entire time he wondered just how strong she could become, and how fast it would happen. It was clear that her Kryptonian physiology allowed her to invoke hypertrophy far more quickly and effectively than a human when free from the yellow-sun radiation. How big would she get? Would there be a day that she was comparable to himself and Clark? How effective were the chloroplasts in her cells now? Would they remain as efficient, or perhaps they would weaken? He wondered precisely what would happen when he disabled the nanobots. These questions whirled in his mind, and for the first time in a long while Bruce wasn't entirely in control of things. He was slowly shaping Kara Zor-El of all people into a goddess; and deep down the prospect thrilled him.

- To be continued!

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Off the hook. Can't wait until you write the next chapter

I concur that this is awesome. 

This is easily the best written tale I've run across in a loooong time. It really has everything, including character development. Plus, it's not cartoonish, even if it's about comic-book characters. It's going at a slow boil, which is fine because it's so well-written. Well done. I really look forward to seeing this play out.

Thanks for the kind words!  Not entirely sure when the next one will come out (have a lot of other projects going on, and taking 5 full credit college classes) but I'm hoping to get it out in October/November, and it'll feature a lot more muscle growth..!

Might replace Brian and Kelly as my fav.

[magnusmagneto]

Kryptonian Heritage – Chapter 3
By MagnusMagneto ( You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login )
Commissioned by Cerebus873

[Author's Note:

This chapter is more of a shorter story / setup piece while I get back into the groove of things.  Next chapter will have more of what most of you are waiting for, but I still feel that for the little narrative I want to tell this is somewhat important.  For those of you who don't care about character development, dialogue, plot, etc in an FMG story, then feel free to skip it honestly. 

Also – as mentioned before, these incarnations of these characters are amalgams of various versions I've read/watched.  Batman and Supergirl have been touched by hundreds if not thousands of writers at this point, so keep in mind that you and I may have very different ideas of what is 'in-character' for them.  It's important to remember that in many different storylines, while they are both heroes who ultimately do the right thing, they aren't always morally perfect/good.  On top of this, I'm also taking my own liberties in pushing their characters in new directions for the sake of the story]


1.)

Over the next few days, Kara began to really adapt to the challenges Bruce gave her.  Her body was able to recover and repair itself at a rate far greater than any human being without chemical aid.  With her permission, Batman had a machine scan her body overnight to search for differences, and quickly noticed that Kara's body rested much more deeply than a regular person's, and released greater levels of growth hormone. 

The kryptonian's depowered body progressed at a far faster rate than Bruce anticipated.  With each passing day she could either lift heavier weight, perform more repetitions, or both.  Additionally, her muscles looked just a little bit fuller, and she became a bit more confident.

Another hypothesis Bruce held was that Kara's body was utilizing nutrition on a wider scale than human bodies do.  He noticed that her hair was slowly becoming brighter, and it glistened a bit more each day; as did her eyes, nails, and teeth.  Additionally, her skin, which was slowly becoming paler due to lack of sun exposure, was also looking better each day – albeit in a different way.  A few 'accidental' brushes against her, and physically directing her body during training revealed that her skin was actually growing softer each day, despite Kara not using any moisturizer.

Isolated from her past life, and stripped of her powers, Kara had little else to do, so she threw herself entirely at her training.  After the initial week of difficulty, she had adjusted quite well to her depowered state, and was starting to feel like her usual energetic self; of course, she possessed an infinitesimally small fraction of energy compared to life with her powers, but she still felt comparatively good.

Batman coached her as hard as he could, often bringing Kara far beyond her perceived limits, sometimes to a level that the young woman was afraid would harm her rather than make her stronger.  Truthfully, the caped crusader was pushing her to a point that would have inflicted injury on a human being. 

What Bruce would never admit was that he was actually performing an experiment of his own, slowly and gradually seeing just how far he could bring her body before it would become injured.  To his surprise, fear, and secret arousal, there was no limit besides a drastic injury such as an entirely torn muscle, or broken bone.  In fact, the further he pushed Kara into the territory of training injury for a human, the more rapid her results seemed to be.

By the eleventh day of training, Kara was performing workout routines that were proportionately more taxing than Batman's own.  This wasn't to say that the exercises themselves used heavier weights, as Batman still possessed multiple times Kara's strength and endurance, but she was inflicting comparatively more damage to her muscles than Bruce did to his own.

Kara had also become more accepting of her mentor's extreme regiments.  When they first started, she would often ask if she really had to do things, and claim that what he asked was impossible.  This would, in turn, prompt Batman to motivate her, usually through short inspirational speech or tough love.  Now however, she no longer questioned him, and simply forced herself to do whatever he said. 

While things were mostly going well, there was a growing tension.  Things that were left unsaid each day.  Bruce hadn't expected Kara's body to adapt this quickly, and he questioned himself each and every night if he was doing the right thing; doubted that IF his theories were right, if it was a good idea for Kara to become stronger than Kal. 

Bruce had his issues with the Man of Steel, but at the end of the day, Clark was a veritable god living among men, and he had proven himself to be trustworthy.  Kara on the other hand... Kara was a loose cannon.  An attractive and fun loose cannon, one that Bruce secretly wanted to watch turn into a supernova, but an unpredictable and sometimes moody one nonetheless. 

He wasn't afraid that Kara would do something like destroy the world or hurt innocents, no.  She certainly was composed of moral fiber similar to her cousin.  Truthfully, Kara had multiple opportunities to inflict staggering catastrophes on the planet before Kal could stop her, yet she never even harmed a fly – her powers granted her freedom from even caring about insects.  What worried Bruce is the possibility that she viewed humans like that, little more than just lesser beings that she was supposed to protect – like pets, yet here he was, shoveling even more power her way.  In a sense, he was validating these thoughts she potentially harbored.

Of course, all of this was just psychological conjecture.  Bruce had no way to actually delve into Kara's mind without sitting down and talking to her at length.  There were quite a few times that Bruce had trains of thought like this in the past, and they had brought him to extremely dangerous places.  The last thing he needed was another Brother Eye or Tower of Babel type incident on his hands.  Then again... if he did somehow make Kara far stronger than Clark, and if that ended up becoming a mistake, that in itself could be a crisis surpassing either of those by magnitudes. 

All of these thoughts and doubts manifested at their surface level in an unfortunate way.  Bruce was becoming less outwardly supportive of Kara's development, and more concerned about the concept of teaching her what it means to be human.  Slowly, a toxic environment was developing.

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14 days after Kara's depowerment
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"Damn Bruce, check this out!" Kara squealed, flexing her arm, watching as a legitimately impressive bicep popped up.

"Very impressive.  Like I've said before, your body is improving itself at a remarkable pace far beyond that of what a human would be naturally capable of."  Bruce replied.

"And like I said each of those times I'm NOT a human!  I'm a Kryptonian!"  The blonde pumped the muscle a few times, watching with glee as it danced to her whims.

Batman sighed.  "I truly think it's important you understand JUST how quickly you're progressing."

"Why?"

The caped crusader considered his next words very carefully, he had to make sure he said this correctly.  "I want you to have perspective on what it's like to be a human being."

"But like I JUST said, I'm NOT human!"  Kara was growing flustered from this, why did Bruce care so much?  What was the big deal?

"Okay.  Let's put it this way.  You want to know what really separates you from your cousin?  Aside from your gender, and which part of Kryptonian society you came from?"

"What?"

"Your upbringing.  Clark was raised as a human first and foremost.  For all of his faults, he understands the human condition better than most of us."

Kara blinked a couple of times.  She wasn't really sure what Bruce was getting at, but she had a feeling that it was a vague insult towards her.  Didn't he want to make her so strong that she could punk Kal any time she wanted to?  Wasn't the goal here to give her the strength of multiple Supermans?  Why was he acting this way all of a sudden?

The whole situation frustrated both of them.  "Let's just go work out." Kara suggested, knowing that the flood of endorphins always helped relieve stress.

"You already did that today." 

"So what.  I can take it.  Let's just get my training done as quickly as possible since you're upset that I'm not human or something."

"Kara, that's not-"

It was too late – the blonde was already storming off to Bruce's personal gym.  With a sigh, the billionaire followed her.

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Kara was wearing a tight tank-top and extremely short gym-shorts.  She now looked like a bikini or fitness competitor; small muscles were visible without any prompting from moving around.  Feminine abs protruded from her midsection, and a small separation between her quadriceps reminded anyone looking that her thighs were fairly powerful.

As Bruce walked in, Kara was performing standing hero curls, her biceps pumping up to fairly impressive proportions as a cute lemon shaped muscle trembled with each repetition.  He walked over and started staring at her, thoroughly examining her body.

"Can I help you?" she asked in between reps.

He continued to stare.

"Hello?"  Kara was slightly weirded out.

Bruce finally spoke, "I'm observing you to see how your body can handle this second daily training session."

"Oh, really?  Am I some kind of zoo animal to you?"  Infuriated, she increased the resistance of the machine.

"Kara, you're going hurt yourself if you-"

It was too late.  The young woman was already pulling again, her biceps swelling up to new heights.  She let out a loud feminine grunt as the action was far more difficult than she imagined.

"KARA.  You have to stop-" 

Bruce's protests were made in vain.  Kara continued to pull on the handles, forcing herself to pull the weight.  Deep down she knew that he was right, she knew that this was far too much for her body to handle, but right now, she didn't want to listen to him.  She let out a cry of pain as she forced the weight to move.  Suddenly, a loud popping noise filled the room.

"Dammit."  Bruce quickly walked towards her, "You just tore your bicep fibers right open, and not in the good way.  We need to get you medical attention now.  Obviously a regular hospital is out of the question.  I'll take care of it in the Batcave."

"N-no, I don't need you to-"

Her protests were pointless, Bruce physically picked her up, scooped her into his arms, and started carrying her towards their new destination.  Kara initially squirmed, but ultimately realized that he was right.

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Twenty minutes later
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"Remarkable."  Bruce said, staring at the readout of the medical instruments monitoring Kara. 

"What?  What's remarkable?"  Kara replied.  She was growing fairly agitated as Batman hadn't explained anything other than she pushed her body far too hard.

"You're healing far faster than a human would.  I thought for sure that you'd be unable to train your arms for at least a week, but it seems that you'll be ready to continue tomorrow."

"And let me guess.  You're upset about this?"

"Why would I be upset about this?"

Kara rolled her eyes, "Because I'm not human.  Because I don't get to understand the struggle of having torn arms or whatever. Because I gain muscle at five times the rate of a regular person, or something like that?"

Batman considered his response for a moment, "I suppose that would've been a good lesson in the human condition... but, no, I'm ultimately glad that your training won't be sidetracked."

"Right."


2.)  The Next Day

The tension continued building.  What had started off as a fun and arguably flirtatious act of defiance against Superman was quickly building into something unpleasant.  Kara started to feel dejected, as if Bruce simply viewed her as some kind of weird alien to observe and lament her lack of humanity.  Bruce continued to wonder if he was doing the right thing, if Kara would be responsible with even more power.  Both of them were also worried that a member of the league, in particular: Superman, would eventually investigate Kara's sudden disappearance.  The last thing either of them wanted was for their little operation to be exposed, especially not with the terms they currently on.

It was lunch time.  Kara had already finished her morning workout, meaning she didn't have much else to do during the day.

"You know Kara, I can train you to be more effective in combat." Batman offered.

"What do you mean?" The former supergirl replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Your movements and attacks are often... amateurish."

"Amateurish?"   Her face was turning red.  Kara appreciated that Bruce not only was taking the risk of trying to help her become stronger, but also was so dedicated to doing so; yet... lately, he was being so damn difficult!  Even more than usual.

"Throw a punch at me."  He commanded, standing up.

"What?"

"Just do it."

Kara sighed.  She got up from the table and moved over towards Bruce before tossing a right hook at him.  With a blindingly fast motion he grabbed her fist with one hand and held onto its originating shoulder with the other.  "From here, I could effortlessly break your arm, or throw you onto your back."

"So what?"

"That doesn't concern you?"  Batman tightened his grip slightly, and after feeling Kara's body recoil slightly from pain let go.

"Why should it?  I've never needed technical fighting skills."

"What if you needed to fight somebody with the same level of power as you, or greater?  If you knew how to actually throw a punch, you would've had a good chance against Darkseid."

She shot him a freezing glance; bringing up Darkseid was an easy way to quickly anger the young woman.  Bruce presented his most deadpan Batman face possible.  They stared at each other for a few moments, and eventually Kara lowered her eyes.

"Yeah.  Alright, I guess you're right.  But that doesn't matter, if your theory is right, I'll just be strong enough to just beat Darkseid anyways..."

"You'd be surprised Kara.  Sometimes a bit of training can overcome large differences in raw power.  Trust me, I'd know."

She let out a sigh.  "I'll think about it."


3.)  The Following Day

Another day had passed, and the situation hadn't gotten much better.  Both Bruce and Kara failed to find the words they needed to say.  In fact, they spoke very little to one another, simply going through the motions of the routine they had awkwardly settled into.

That evening, Bruce was actually still at home, as he wasn't out patrolling the streets as Batman.  Kara was in bed, slaving away at reading descriptions of whale entomology in Moby-Dick; she was beginning to seriously why wonder she occasionally opened that book up.

Suddenly, Kara heard a tremendous crash.  Curious about what it was, and quite bored of the story she was reading, she made her way towards the living room.  As she opened the door, she noticed a man wearing dark clothing with a black ski mask on his face.  He, in turn, noticed her, and quickly began running towards her.

Kara had stopped enough thugs during her time as Supergirl to know that this guy didn't have good intentions.  She readied herself in a fighting stance.  While she didn't have her powers, Kara was in better physical shape than ever before – she was confident that she could take this random mook. 

The man charged at her, and as he approached, Kara threw a trusty punch up towards is face.  It connected with a satisfying smack, yet... the man was unphased!  Kara brought her knee upward, but the man intercepted it with his right hand, and smacked her across the face with his left.  With the young woman caught off guard, the intruder wrapped his arms around her, placing her in a tight bear-hug.

With her last yelp, she screamed out for Bruce.

The man produced a knife from his pocket and held it to Kara's neck, prompting her to become silent.

A moment later, an even louder crash came.  Directly through the window a huge, black, winged figure, arms spread out as if it were a bat; it was Batman!

The thug let go of Kara, throwing her aside, and produced a handgun from his other pocket, and immediately fired off a few rounds at the caped crusader.  Batman's suit was impervious to small-arms fire like that, and the bullets flew off harmlessly.  A moment later, bat-shaped boomerang appeared in his gloved hand, and with a swift throw, flew towards the thug's gun, landing with precision and knocking the firearm out of his hand.

With speed so quickly that the human eye had difficulty registering, Batman rushed across the room and quickly tackled the intruder.  A moment later, he left him unconscious and relatively unharmed.

With the cast clear, Kara got up from the ground that she was thrown onto, and threw herself at Bruce, wrapping her arms around him.

Many things about the evening didn't quite add up.  Why the man didn't hold Kara at gunpoint, why he let her live, why wasn't Bruce patrolling as Batman, why didn't Alfred (who was actually quite adept at fending off invaders) do something about it – how did one of the most advanced security systems in the world get bypassed by a random thug?

For better or for worse, Kara was in no position to really think any of this over.  In fact, none of these questions crossed her mind at all.  They were simply things that she never would've needed to consider.  Despite the constant threat of villains, Kara led a fairly care-free life as Supergirl; very, very few things could harm her at all, and she had no true ties to the world other than Kal and her sense of justice.  Tonight, however, her perspective had been shifted.

"Bruce!" She screamed, burying her head into his plated chest. 

"Good thing he's knocked out cold, otherwise you saying that name out loud could've been pretty awkward."

"Oh, hush you.  I'm sure you have some kind of way to wipe memories from someone like that.  Or convince him that I was just babbling nonsense." Kara had never been more relieved to see Batman before, not even when he provided backup or intel during a mission.

"Perhaps I do."

"Gosh Bruce, I can't believe that someone broke into your house like that!"

"If anything, it's surprising that there's as few break-ins as there are."

"But... but you're Batman..." Kara was still visibly shaken up by what had happened.

"Yes, but to 99.99% of the population, I'm Bruce Wayne; and Bruce Wayne is a very valuable target to rob."

"I... I hadn't considered that."

"Now do you understand what it means to be human?  Every day, human beings are surrounded by threats.  A car accident, act of violence, or even something as natural as cancer constantly threatens each and every one of us."

"So... so being a human really sucks?" Kara quickly realized how insensitive that could come across as, "Sorry, still kind of shaken up about things.  I didn't mean it like that, honest."

Bruce placed a hand on her rounded shoulder, "That's not quite what it's about.  Being human is about doing your best despite these shortcomings.  It's about waking up every day and doing what's required of you, even if a stray metahuman fight can wipe your home off the map.  It's about picking up the pieces, even after a lone gunman with a shaky finger pulls the trigger during a mugging.  It's about persevering in the face of a nearly infinite number of dangers at all times.  It's about doing your best and fulfilling your potential in a world where metahumans are strictly superior to you in almost every way.  That, is what being human is about."

"Bruce..." Tears were streaming down Kara's face.  She couldn't remember the last time she genuinely cried for another person.  "You... You were right.  I needed to learn what it means to be human.  I guess I'll never truly know, but..."

Satisfied, Bruce brought a gloved hand to her cheek and wiped a tear off.  "I think you have a clear enough picture."

Kara nodded, "I'll try to immerse myself further in what it really means.  I...  I guess you were right.  I should learn how to fight.  Will you teach me?"

A smirk emerged from the cowl, "It'd be my pleasure."


- To Be Continued!

[Greatguy87]

Chronicles of Domina: Destroyer of Worlds
Submitted by Greatguy87

Kara was bored. The patrols were getting thin. She sighed as she thought of a great idea at the moment. "I'm tempted to break Lex out of prison and beat his ass to a pulp, then repeat. Ha ha." However it was just a thought. Being carved out of titanium DNA was no fun if you couldn't be pushed from time to time. Gyms were a bore because she could lift every building in Metropolis. "My cousin has all the fun.", she lamented. Fortunately, a challenger who was willing to be her entertainment lurked in the shadows.

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Earlier that night, a ship arrived in Earth's atmosphere, undetected to any security on the planet. "It would seem we have arrived, Lady Alora. The trash bag of the universe if you ask me..."

POW! "When I seek your opinion Darius, I will let you know," Lady Alora answered cooly.

"I'm so sorry my lady," Darius responded after tasting blood and bile. Alora smiled a wicked smile that sent shivers down his spine.

"Well, well, it would seem I have found a worthy adversary, wouldn't it?", the tall, broad woman asked.

Darius nodded, but then added: "I believe so, my lady. Except she is weakened by one element: kyrptonite.

The muscles in her back flared as Alora gasped in shock. "So the tales are true!? The fabled female Kryptonian lives!"  The fearful commander nodded a excited yes.

The flowing red-haired vixen laughed, causing her ripped abs to roll. At 6'4, 225 lbs her laugh echoed throughout the ship. "I guess I should prepare for this challenge huh?", the well-endowed immortal quipped. She went to her chambers to do just that.

Starting with her light work out, (twenty reps of 10 mega-tons) the beautiful woman's arms weren't massive by any means for her size, being they were 20" all around. Her chest was a 44F testament to womanhood. The 3" nipples attached to them could cut diamonds, while their perkiness was help by her smooth pecs. This made the 'V' in the stunning woman sharp and deep. The muscle control was astounding for such natural beauty. Overall, her 44F-30-30 upper body was every man's wet dream (or nightmare). The stunning detail of the lower portion of this diamond encased body was as good, if not better. When her 30" calfs flexed, they crushed whatever was underground if she willed it so. Some would say when she flexed, her thighs were her crowning achievement. Either way, they were diamond cut and 30" around. All this was covered in light, yet concealing, layers of body fat, making her her ratio 75:25 in favor of muscle.

When she landed, the battle-hardened warrior searched for her opponent. It didn't take long for her to look on her. Supergirl was saving a family from a five alarm fire. When this was done, the blond bombshell turned around and was shocked to see Alora's massive frame.

"Greetings Supergirl. I'll get to the point of my arrival.  I challenge you to a fight. To the death.  I will use no Kryptonite what so ever.  If you accept and win, obviously my life is yours. If you do not accept, I will destroy the JLA without mercy. If you accept and lose, your life is mine."

The muscular titan of good accepted on one condition: "Civilians must not be harmed."

Alora agreed and shook Kara's hand. "Space. One week from today." Supergirl nodded her acceptance. The stage was set.
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Supergirl arrived to the agreed spot in space. Alora was waiting rather impatiently on her foe. "Why me?", Kara asked her ripped combatant. "Simple", replied Alora. "I've traveled extensively through time and space, yet no one could challenge me. Your reputation precedes you. I came here to seek a challenge." The muscled heroine just shrugged her shoulders and launched her attack. The suprised villainess quickly evaded the knee to her head by blocking it with her massive left fist. She nodded in appreciation of her fighting skills. "Full throttle! Enough toying around!", screamed the frustrated woman. Her adversary smiled a welcoming smile at further combat. Then they went all out, punch for punch, kick for kick. After an hour of trench warfare which left both warriors battered, blooded and brusied, it was apparent that they were matched. "Had enough?!", spat the wounded champion of justice. "Hahaha", her well endowed opponent cackled. "If you thought this was my limit, then you've got a problem." The dark sorceress launched a quick volley of magic attacks, distracting the young do-gooder. Then she launched forward, slamming her fist into her skull with such force that it rocked the blond bombshell. "Come on honey, I know you've got reserves. You might want to use them. Haha. Or maybe I should. As Alora walked towards a stunned Kara, the majestic young woman could only wonder how evil she could be.

As she rose, Supergirl thought of one thing: aim for her eyes. She did just that, powering her heat vision beyond her max to almost adreniline induced levels. "Nice try sweetie.", the red haired vixen cooed. "Remember, I've studied you. You don't know me. That will change. Beginning now." The revelation shocked the Guardin of Earth to her core. In her fear fuel fury she launched a attack that was litterally slapped down. "You know", Alora said as she bent down to pick up a broken Supergirl, "Your cute. So you'll live. Lets make love, not war. However, I like it rough." She then picked the semi-responsive heroine up in one hand and strapped a two foot long double studded dildo to her vagina. As it went in, Kara screamed in protest. With a kiss and a bearhug, her screams stopped. After it went in full, Alora stopped her sexual tongue swap and held a babbling Kara in her arms. "Now was that so hard sweetie?", she asked. "The fun isnt over yet dear. Watch this." The twisted woman started bounced her boobs up and down, hypnotizing the former hero. She then stuffed a boob in Karas mouth, forcing milk down her throat. After removing the dildo, the sick seductress played with Karas fresh pussy. All this friction and sensations to her vagina caused a deep eye rolling moan to escape her mouth. The evil young lady laughed at her counquered foe's squeals of pleasure. "I knew you were kinky but damn honey. We're just gettin started and your hot and bothered already? Why don't you take a nap baby so you cool down." Then sleep overcame the young maiden.

Once Alora transported the beaten woman to her ship, which was made from the scraps of a beaten Brainiac whom she then dismembered, she killed her pilot because she had no use for him anymore. Kara stirred, but the powerful woman just gave her a look that calmed the confused and horny maiden. "Even my mental powers dominate you. There is no escape. You dont want to go do you?", the twisted mistress asked her new pet. "I...I can beat you Alora. I might die, but I'll do it." Supergirl used every ounce of will she mustered in her to say this. Alora was smiling as she said this, so she dropped her to the floor and said "Fight me." Then the young JLA member saw something that caught her eye. "Wondering what that is sweetie?," the cocky dominatrix asked. "Thats a genetic shuffler. It takes the best of two people and randomly creates a new being. They must be of the same gender and not be related. Since im perfect and your going to die, I figured you should know this and some other facts before we engage in our final conflict." As she kept talking about how she absorbed and killed every female villan except for Catwoman,then fucked and sucked the powers of every male villan after they died, Kara had a plan. If she could 'show her loyalty' by bringing in Catwoman, maybe Catwoman can help her kill Alora by locking her in the genetic shuffler and destroying it. "I could get you Catwoman mistress." Alora perked her ears up at this moment. "I could go get her myself, but what good is having a slave if you don't command it? Go get Catwoman without delay. Now!"

Kara hoped this plan worked because she had no other options. She tracked Selena down and informed her of the plan. Selena gagged at the vile nature of the woman. " Ill kill her just because she's sick and twisted. Not because you asked blondie." Kara returned with Catwoman to the ship. When Alora saw her, she squealed in delight. "Good. I got two hoes insted of one. You can lick my toes Catwoman since you like licking things and Supergirl can lick my sweet spot." Selena almost gagged at the thought of doing that. She then kicked Alora with the full force of her leg. The dark maiden laughed and ripped Catwoman's clothes off. She then stuffed two fingers in the shocked woman's pussyas she held her leg up. The screams were music to Alora's ears. She then kissed Selena, which distracted her enough to allow Supergirl to double dropkick her into the genetic shuffler. Unfortunately, the dark seductress grabbed Supergirl with her free hand and pulled her in the machine, causing a massive explosion, killing all that were inside.

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Her eyes opened. She didnt know who or where she was, but her body was on fire. Then it all clicked. She was the perfect woman. Every single villan's power was magnified in her and all weaknesses were gone. "I guess killing and fucking all those villans and villanesses was worth it. Plus adding a hero like Supergirl in there is great.", she thought with glee. "Who am I though? Also, how do I get more power?". Then the raven haired and dark skinned beauty answered herself in one sentence: I will dominate the adult JLA. For I am Mistress Domina. Hahaha." With that, she flew to the satellite tower which was their base.

When she reached the satellite base of the JLA, Domina busted down the doors. Green Lantern shot a beam from his ring, which she not only absorbed, but turned into a ray of her own that she fired. Superman heard the commotion and flew to save Hal. Domina greeted him with a punch to his jaw, knocking him out instantly. She was not impressed with her results. "Tisk Tisk. Such weaklings. Pitful really. I thought I'd get a challenge." "Trust me you'll get one", said Wonder Woman as she flew and connected with a kick to the intruder's jaw. The black and red suited vixen laughed as the combined powers of the recovered Superman and his two allies proved to be worthless. Then the calvery of Hawkgirl, Martian, Flash, Aqua Man and Batman arrived. Despite their best efforts, she was unstoppable. Fortunately the Jr members were away, so they would not be in harm's way. Domina began flexing all her muscles with every duck, dodge, punch, kick and squeeze. She then began to fuck each one nice and slow. "I thought taking the powers of the JLA would be a challenge. Oh well. At least I get bitches", she said as she screwed Wonder Woman to her limits and beyond. "Great Hera!", the Amazon screamed as a dildo popped her cherry. "Are all you ladies this tight? Damn that's a shame.", Domina said. She then quickened the process by making dildos that absorbed the powers of your foe. Within an hour, she had powers of every female member there. "Don't worry, I'm a equal player. Hahaha", she said as she screwed Superman and mind fucked everyone else to absorb their powers. By the next day,the JLA was no more. "Goodbye bitches!", the raven haired and moca-skinned beauty said as she self detonated the station. "I need more power! There must be more!" Then it hit her and she raced to Gotham.

Fortunately, a beacon went out to warn the junior members. After hearing of the senior leadership, Robin called every hero to the Batcave. Knightwing raced to Gotham as soon as he heard of the JLA's demise. He became the head of the JLA and trained the young heros hard. The young do gooders feared what was to come, but they were ready.

Domina laughed as she approached Gotham and saw Knightwing alone combing the back alleys and deserted streets. "Well well, it's the famous Knightwing.", she said from behind him. Knightwing faced his adversary quickly. "You sick and twisted woman! You'll pay for this act of treachery! I swear it! For the JLA!", he screamed as he shot an orange beam at her. Domina was stunned. "Its all the weaknesses of the JLA in a chemical compound. I have plenty of it.", Nightwing replied. However, as soon as her body recognized it she absorbed it and laughed. The confused hero just starred at his opponent. The evil woman just continued laughing. "As soon as it hit me, my body's memory bank recognized it, broke it down and created a serum against it. You should've used it all fool. It was your last hope. I have a use for it though, so if you don't mind, I'm taking it." As she said this, she sent a gut-crushing punch to his abs that shattered his heart and killed him instantly.

Superboy was sent to look for him, however it was a trap since Knightwing's body was pumped full of his own liquid. This weakened the young hero quickly. As he tried to fly away, he was grabbed by Domina. "Shh sweetie it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. When you wake up, all will be well." He tried to fight her and stood his ground. "You'll pay for killing Knightwing.", he said sternly. Domina slammed her ham sized fist in the young hero's head and the impact dropped him like a ton of bricks. As soon as he passed out, she grabbed him and flew to the Batcave.

"What is taking Knightwing and Superboy so long? I know the guy can eat, but damn.", said Robin. Just at that moment, the Batcave was busted into. "Nice digs kiddos. A little drab for my taste. Yet functional.", the dark villiness quipped as she held a knocked out Superboy in her arms. Domina dropped the knocked out hero, who quickly revived himself much to her surprise. "This is where we make our last stand guys!", he shouted. "If so, be prepared to die, young fools!", the muscled dominatrix shouted.
Domina fought the young hero's for a full day before they fell to her. Punches were blocked, ducked and thrown in combo with kicks and special attacks. "Nothing's working guys! What do we do?", shouted Robin. "We... got... one... shot...", breathed Superboy. Then it hit him. The rings of fusion. "There is no one to save you children. Bow to me", the cocky woman bellowed. Powergirl quickly put her ring on, fusing with every female hero. As she did this, Superboy did the same with his ring, fusing with all the male heros. Domina was bathed in light as this occurred. "Whatever your doing will just annoy me. So bow down now, you peasants.", she snarled. "I hope you've got more fight left in you. We do.", the two new heros replied.

The villainess was stunned. Here before her stood two of Earth 's mightiest young hero's and they were unscathed. "We are Ultimaboy and Ultimagirl. We shall vanquish you." The twisted woman laughed at the thought of her demise. "You mean You'll die trying. Better take your best shots dears. They will be your last." With that, the battle commenced. Using their new found abilities, they evened the score quickly. As Domina retreated, she quickly thought of a plan. "Let's see how their mental powers are.", she thought. Using a mind ray, she slowly took control of the two heros. "Youth are soo impressionable.", she remarked. "What's... ha...hap...happening to us!", the young hero's cried. No matter how much they fought, her mind control was too strong. "Your teenage brains can't handle this power. Now give it to mommy. That's it sweetie pies. You don't want to fight me. Your just lost and confused." Domina just toyed with the young minds until they were infants. She then absorbed all the power of the rings and took her infant son and daughter in her arms and rocked them to sleep. She then flew away into the night,(not before selling everything owned and tied to every rich person in the world using Bruce Wayne's network, then draining the bank accounts.) Now she had children to raise and wealth to do it with.

Shortly after her defeat of the Justice League and all its members, she took control of the Amazon's through telephathy, made them invincible and slaughtered the world's armies. The women of Earth immediately accepted her offer of complete control and became invincible. Their husbands screamed in terror as they were f fucked to death all night and every night. The children were raised in this new order. After many generations only her son remained. When he became grown, he too was killed by his wife in passionate love making. His sister killed her husband in the same way.

The women met and decided to drain the planet of remaining life and blow it up. After this was done Domina looked for a new conquest. "Where to mother?", asked her daughter and second in command and power. "Hmm... this Sith order intrigues me my dear. We must find it, destroy it and bring this galaxy to its knees!" Billions of women roared approval...

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After much time Domina and her army approached the galaxy far far away. "We will join the Sith order and divide and conquer them.", she ordered her warriors. The subtle and cunning woman changed her look to look younger with darker skin. "When will we strike my Mistress?" Domina smiled at her jumpy protege. "In time my dear. In time..."

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Years into the future, the battle raged on. The Sith were in civil war again, threatening to tear apart the galaxy. The Jedi were content to watch as their evil counterparts destroyed one another. "It's on their turf," said Master Skywalker. "We won't involve ourselves unless it erupts, which I have word that it won't", he continued. He was teaching a Advanced Force 101 course at the Jedi Academy when the issue arose during the lecture. This was due to a Padawan's strong feelings in the Force which she tried to control, but these tremers were strong. She shot her hand up and Luke responded wih a nod. The young young girl said: "Master, the Sith are at war. I feel pain, darkness, suffering. Should we get involved?" The wise Master sighed, but answered her concern. "It's on their turf," said Master Skywalker. "We won't involve ourselves unless it erupts, which I have word that it won't", he continued. He hated repeating himself. "How do you know?", echoed a brash and cocky student named Brent. Luke had heard of him and couldn't wait to deal with. "Challenge a master Jedi, do you young one?", spoke Master Yoda from the Nether World of the Force. Brent was stunned, as was Luke as he appeared "Have but a short time I do, so this warning I give. The threat of which the young maiden speaks. Real it is. Strong it is. Be like The Old Council must you not. Destroy the Sith, we must." Luke immediately went to his chambers to commune after the dismissal of the lecture. Obi-wan communed with his former appentice, echoing Master Yoda's words. "Luke, you must confront this threat if the Order is to survive. She is a sick and twisted woman who commands the Force subtely, but with great power. For now, she hides in the shadows of the war. Soon, she shall be known. But by then it may be too late..."

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The Sith were fighting tooth and nail. The death toll was unspeakable. Men and women screamed as lightning struck and lightsabers cut like butter through flesh and bone as well as steel. As usual, the war started with a rise to power. Yet a woman wearing all black was causing the most destruction, tearing limb from limb with massive waves of Force power and frying any and all in her way. She would just pull a random warrior or two towards her and make a Force bomb out of them, using the metal on or in their bodies as conducters for lightning, then using either Force crush or pull to detonate. For variety, she would implae another through the eyes using her other hand, since she could control both her unlockable dual sabers with one hand. She Laughed as she heard the screams of death around her. "All will know Mistress Domina. For I shall reign forever." As she said this, she cackled with laughter again.

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As blood rained, the old Sith died like a vapor. Only young Sith (18-30) and women stood. Some were wounded, but they healed. How, do you ask? Mistress Domina created this war. Using her dark body and 6'2 220lb muscled 20 yr. old frame, she ozed sexines even in a Sith robe. Her green eyes pierced through even her Master's soul. She seduced the leader of the Sith in his chambers and was caught by her Master, who in his lust filled rage attacked his Master which ignighted this current war. (Note: There are children in both Orders. However, none were harmed. None will be harmed. Everyone under 18 was evacuated via a deal with Jedi Master Skywalker.) Mistress Domina became enraged and betrayed her Master killing him with Force ejaculation, which made him cum till his heart burst. The leader of the Sith was killed by her brute strength. She quickly kicked his saber from his hand and smashed his skull with a quick fist through it. Her strength was thanks to her rigorious training, which included lifting 500lb barbels in 4 sets of 5 for every arm excercise, running and training with her Master. Her legs were pressing 2,000 lbs in 4 sets of 5. This was not enough for her though. She wanted to be the greatest Sith ever. Her body retained the look of a 5 star natural looking fitness athlete. One day in the mist of her training a old female Sith Master approached her from the Netherworld with a deal: "Give us our vengance on all Sith men and we will give you our power." The young maiden questioned how this would be done. The master simply touched her, sending a shudder through her body. "Do we have a deal?", the Master asked. "Yes.", the young maiden replied.

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Luke had no choice: Confront this threat or watch the Force crash into eternal unbalance. Just as he was leaving his chambers, another Jedi appeared. "Father?! I wish I had time, but.." "I was sent to you. Allow me to commune with this woman. Being both Jedi and Sith Master, I know her pain. At least some of it," the elder Skywalker spoke. "Agree with this, I do," echoed Yoda. Obi-Wan just nodded. "Give us time, it will to uncover the danger, Yoda continued. Luke nodded his head and left his chambers.

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Once she smashed the doors down Mistress Domina began her pilage of the Sith Order. She easily blocked and absorbed most of any of their Force attacks. No matter what they tried from lightning to push, as well as various hits of mind control. She literally and cunningly smiled, laughed and said "That tickles. HAAAH HA HA!!!!", when she got hit with a final shot of the Force from all the Masters. Mistress Domina then took both lightsabers in her hand, as well as all the lightsabers present from they're owners, shocked them with Force lighting and rammed them up the Men's asses. As they screamed she also force slammed them into the wall. She evened taunted them via Force mind control "You can't stop me from screwing your asses. Wait, There is one way. Worship me. Give your self to me." "No!!!!!!!!!!!", the beaten males screamed in unison. Her expression turned ice cold on her chocolate face, perking her raven hair. "You will bow. OR DIE!!!!!!", she screamed. By combining Force extraction with her current attack, she began sucking the Force out of the men and transfering it to the women, causing the men to scream bloody murder,not just from pain, but humiliation. In exactly a month, Mistress Domina did what not even Skywalkers both past and present have tried to do: Destroy the Sith. In fact, She not only drained them of their power, she took their mental facalties as well, turning the young men into children and Force bombing the old ones.

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After this, Annikan Skywalker appeared. He exclaimed:"What have you done! Now the Force is out of balance. You must restore the balance." "Restore our honor!", retorted Domina. "For too long, Sith women were tortured and abused,as well as children. You even tortured a young Apprentice for your own amusment! Then the Sith Masters used the Force to rape us!." She said this with such hate filled malice it struck a cord with the elder Skywalker. After hearing this, Yoda appeared. He asked "Do this not for conquest you did? But for honer?" At first, the black and well muscled beauty was shocked. She had only heard legends in regard to Master Yoda. Now she saw him! He continued: "Find a better way you should have." After this Obi-wan appeared. He echoed the same sentiments. Domina screamed, "WHERE WERE THE JEDI DURING THIS TRAVESTY?! TELL ME WHERE! OH THAT"S RIGHT! NOWHERE!" "We are sorry. Give us the chance to make it right.", Obi-wan asked. NOTHING WILL MAKE IT RIGHT! SINCE THE JEDI DID NOTHING, THEY SHALL BE NOTHING BUT A MEMORY! YOU HAVE YOURSELVES TO BLAME!

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Luke's blood ran cold when Master Yoda talked with him about Domina. "Destroyed all male Sith she has. Killed their Lords and Masters. Raped the Knights and Apprentences." "She's not human!", Luke responded. "You must destroy her, Luke.", said Obi-wan. Sighing and shaking his head, he set out to find and destroy Domina.
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"AAARGGGGGHHHH!", screamed a stormtropper as he was being raped with a footlong double-studded dildo. "Oh shut up! It doesn't hurt THAT bad.", laughed Sith Mistress Hedi. "Thank you Mistress Domina for teaching us how to regrow their bodies. Its amazing how much pain they can tolerate.", she said. "Your welcome dear. My pleasure.", Mistress Domina responded. All of a sudden, she heard crying. "Looks like Jackie's up from his nap. My boobs hurt, so I'll feed him." Her plan was perfect: Have each mistress erase the minds of the storm troopers so they can 'marry' them, then have her erase the minds and regress the ages of the Knights and Apprentice males to a young boy, while finally taking the female Knights and Apprentices and making them the daughters of their female Masters so that the males would have a 'big sister' to admire and follow. Making families of these people did two things: 1. preservation and 2. start a new Order. As she fed her young 'son', it quieted him. Soon he fell fast asleep again. Another knight was rocking her two-year old brother to sleep, which wasn't easy untill she sung to him. There was a nursery, daycare, and school on the planet. There was also a padded room and torture room. (both were sound proof and you couldn't see in or out of them.)

Despite all this, Mistress Domina still lived for conquest. Her blood lust consumed the galaxy. The female armies averaged 6'2 and 225lbs of hard muscle. Having averages of 30-30-40F didn't hurt either. Each individual woman (You had to be 18 to join the army.) had the power of Darth Vader times 20, coupled with exotic beauty representing every species in the galaxy. As the army moved through the universe,Domina would throw the ship she landed on one planet with into another one just for fun. (Her Ships were 3x the size of the Death star.) This was with her pinky! She would sometimes cause random warriors bodies to explode with just a touch of her finger! (I mean literally explode!) In some cases,Domina would use her enemies' body armor as a roaster to incinerate them with just a blow of her breath! Melting her opponets with little shocks of electricity was fun too. All in all, those planets that weren't destroyed or conquered soon just surrendered out right.

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Luke and the Jedi Masters felt as if Domina was two steps ahead of them. If it wasn't reports of bubbling rivers of blood, it was entire planets blown to scraps. "Find it interesting I do, that she destroys the scorge of the universe.", said Yoda as he appeared to Luke. "Yes, it is odd. She's destroying the Jabba-like planets, which are out of our jurisdiction, unfortunately.", replied Luke. "This could be one of two things: 1. Shes trying to convince you of her cause. or 2. She is secrectly buiding a new Sith Order. Either way, it doesn't bode well for the Jedi.", said Mace Windu. "Find her quickly and resolve this we must.", Yoda emphasised before they departed. "OMG!", Luke exclaimed. "I know where she's headed. I must warn those leaders." The rulers of these planets scoffed at Master Luke's warning. "We are united against her threat Master Jedi. No one in the galaxy is that powerful. Even if she is, why can't you find he and kill her?" Everyone he contacted gave him the same response pretty much. "They have sealed they're own fate if we don't do something Master." A senior Member said this to him with concern. Luke responded: "We can't right now and its frustrating. Domina has caused too much pain and suffering to be reasoned with. We must kill her."

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After a year of blood soaked and Force-bombed planets, (Yes, I said Force Bombed planets! As in Mistress Domina takes Force Lightining, hurls it at a planet, making it in into a bomb which she detonates by throwing the planet into another! She likes making chain-reaction planetary Force Bombs as well. Multiple planets explode with just a snap of her fingers!) Mistress Domina was content with her lust for power. (at least presently) However, her dreadful power would collide with a legend only known in whispers among mortal men: The son of Skywalker!

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It seemed as if the Force guided them to a barren place. Luke knew however that appearences could be deceiving to the body, mind and spirit. His communes with the Masters of the past cleared his heart and mind for this journey. "Do what you must my son. Her blood lust knows no compassion, so have none! Her deeds have been unimaginable, yet destructive, so you must destroy her! Let her blood be the price for her deeds upon the sons of men." As Anikan was speaking, he was interupted by a calmer, yet reflective voice of judgement: Yoda beckoned Luke to listen to him, yet chided his father also.: "Given a chance of redemption you were Skywalker. Deny her that you must not Luke. If fight she choses, then destroy her you must." The elder Skywalker sighed in resignation by saying: "Heed the master, my son. May the Force be with you." As Luke landed on the former lush planet of Dashiq (Da-sheek), he felt a presence so strong, it blew his mind. "She can't be this powerful, can she? How did she amass this great power? How did I not see this?, etc., were just some of the questions he asked himself. Yet a calm came over him that steeled his resolve. "Domina shall be no more. Even if I must be no more to do it. It shall be done."

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Master Skywalker stepped on the planet,in his robe with lightsaber in hand. After landing on the planet with 10-12 Jedi Knights and Masters, he asked them to spread out in two's. Domina saw this and told her second in command to send a few soldiers to meet them. "Stand where you are Jedi!", two athletic looking women said. Light sabers were drawn and the battle commenced. Lightsabers clashed and force attacks were repelled at such speed that it was almost blinding. Masters took the brunt of the attack, while Knights took up the rear.

This battle would be a classic in Jedi and Sith lore. The opposing forces were so evenly matched that it produced a stalemate. "Enough!", screamed Dominated as she approached with the rest of her army, which numbered the thousands. Master Skywalker fortunately had reinforcements coming. Or so he thought. "We are trapped Master! Pinned in the ridge!", said a knight through telepathy. Luke devised a strategy. "Domina, if you are willing to meet me. Alone. We will end this." Domina just nodded her head yes and let the reinforcements pass. "They will fight here. One on one, just as we will.", said Luke. "So it is, Master Skywalker. Now that the pleasantries are done, shall we begin?", the dark-skinned warrior asked with contempt. Luke stepped aside and extended a hand to allow her to pass, however she took it as a moment to strike. Luke calmly repelled the Force attack. "So, the legend is true! That makes your demise even sweeter Master Skywalker! For vengeance and blood!", she screamed.

The battle turned in a demonstration of Force mastery. Lightning strikes were repelled with Force absorption. Luke just smirked. "Haha, really? Did you forget who my father was? C'mon, be original. Then she produced two sabers shocked with lightning. Luke just pulled them from her hands and threw them back at her. Domina was stunned. "In case your wondering, I can absorb the Netherworld too.", Luke stated. Domina was out matched and was shaking until she heard these words: "Unleash hell." Her Sith master had empowered her with all the powers of the Sith Netherworld. Now, the battle truly began.

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Lightsabers continued to clash as both armies and their leaders dueled with ferocity. As the Jedi army began to fray, Luke felt them despair. "Too strong!, Dont have much Force energy left, Cant keep this up!, etc." Then he did something amazing. In a show of Force mastery, the Jedi Master evenly distributed the power of every Jedi on the field including himself. "Master what happened? The power and knowledge of each Jedi has increased!", a Master asked him. "I simply gave you all equal levels of power." The Master smiled as his Force increased. "Now continue the fight!", Luke yelled in his mind. Then Domina quipped: "Am I beautiful that you must continue to stare? No matter. Ill be the last thing you see before I kill you anyway. Haha!" Luke just charged the buxom beauty and nailed her with a shot of lightining all at once. The shot disorented her enough for Luke to slice her with his saber. "Ahh! You will pay for that Jedi scum!" As she reeled back Luke pressed his advantege. "You wonder how Ive managed to beat you? Its simple. I tapped into the Sith Netherworld too, increased my army's strength and cut you off from the Sith Netherworld. The women turned againist you once I said I would fight you alone." Domina was shocked by this revelation and screamed her hatred: "YOU LIE! THE SISTERS HAVE CHOSEN ME! NO ONE IS GREATER THAN DOMINA!" As she said that she bullrushed the Jedi Master and knocked him on the ground. "Master Skywalker, we made her so let us destroy her. Release the power.", the Sith women said softly to him.

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As attacks were blocked and Force energy was being used, the Sith army was finally matched blow for blow and in death with a Sith dying for every Jedi. "I must say. Im impressed with this Jedi army. So full of fight. However we will crush them under our feet soon. Haha!" As the Sith warrior said this a saber was sent through her gut. The Sith were eating their own in a lust for power. Except now it was all female. The Jedi looked on in shock.

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As Luke was treating his scars Domina was doing the same. They had clawed and fought like wild animals,forgoing the finery of combat and embracing the brutality of battle. Snapping limbs and tearing muscle then Force healing the injury drained the two duelists. "Haven't you had enough Domina? When will your bloddlust be cured?!", Luke screamed. "Only when the last Jedi is dead!", she responded. Then a lightsaber came crashing down out of nowhere and felled the mighty warrior. The shocked look on her face as she looked into her apprentice's eyes told the story better than Luke ever could. "Why?! You betrayed me! What sorcery is this?!" As she stepped up to finish the deed, the Sith knight whispered in her ear: "This is for my brother." Then she sliced her head off in a clean swing. She then stepped to the Master Jedi and helped him up. Then she told him the story of her creation and her brother's death as she and the Jedi slaughtered the Sith. "I have no family now. I have nothing here. Before I go, I will restore your world and mine." "What is your name young one?", Luke asked. "You can call me Ultima.", she answered. Then she disapeared and reveresed the time in both worlds. In a booming voice, she exclaimed: "There is no super powers or Force. There is only Ultima. Through me all shall reign."

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Kryptonian Heritage – Chapter 4
By MagnusMagneto ( You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login )
Commissioned by Cerebus873
All characters are property of their respective owners

[Usual author's disclaimer:  Hundreds if not thousands of different writers have worked on the characters involved in an official capacity.  And countless more have used them in all forms of fanfiction and other creative endeavors, such as this one.  I have watched a fair amount of DC material, and read hundreds of comic books.  That said, while I will try to make the characterizations as true to form as I know them, my interpretation will always be different than yours.  Regardless, I hope you enjoy the story.  It is in my opinion, one of my stories most heavily driven by character development.]


1.)  Two weeks after the end of Chapter 3


Batlog: Project Kryptonian Goddess - Log Entry 4

"The incident from two weeks ago has been a paradigm shift.  Kara has thrown herself not only into building up her body, but to developing her combat prowess as well.

Kara is improving at a rate far faster than I ever anticipated.  While this is the goal of the operation, I must admit I have my hesitations.  She has been intentionally damaging her muscles, physically forcing the fibers to tear, bringing them to the brink of damage, further than regular hypertrophy - just far enough that her physiology can effectively heal and repair them overnight.  As a result, her training rate has improved, and I fear that she may be growing too quickly.  Kara's body was obtaining muscle at a supernatural pace before—approximately .7 pounds of lean mass per day—but this number has increased dramatically.  That is to say, she is typically gaining 1.5 to 2 pounds of muscle with every full sleep cycle.  To accommodate this, she's eating an immense amount of food, literally tens of thousands of calories per day.

As a result, we have had many iterations of workout outfits delivered to the mansion.  Unsurprisingly, Kara's confidence is increasing as her body develops, and her taste in clothing reflects this. 

I am unsure if and when her body will plateau.  If her strength continues to improve linearly, she could very well surpass me given enough time. 

After gathering and combing through all material available to me about Kryptonians, I'm uncertain if this progress is normal.  Ultimately, there are no documented instances of Kryptonians exercising in a depowered state.  Unfortunately, the only person who could feasibly share this information with me would be Clark, and he must be avoided for obvious reasons.

But what I do know is I have seen glimpses of life on Krypton, primarily at Clark's Kryptonian archives and the bottled city of Kandor.  These moments, along with run-ins with other Kryptonians, lead me to believe that they generally have a uniform body type:  The men are typically heroic in physique, while the women are lithe and well-endowed. 

If Kryptonians react so well to exercise, if I find it strange that I have seen no instances of Kryptonian men much larger than Kal or women with much muscle in general.  An alternate universe variation of Kara, who was known as Power Girl, was a bit more muscular than usual; but our Kara has already surpassed that physique by a fair margin; it is also difficult to know if Power Girl's added size was due to variations in our universes, or some other factor.

All of this leads me to wonder if it is something specifically about Earth that is allowing Kara to gain so much base strength, or perhaps an interaction with the Kryptonite I used to de-power her.

Kara's rapid development extends beyond her growing physique.  She's learned combat forms and martial arts at an extraordinary pace.  Only Damien and Cassandra were able to learn new techniques at a similar rate, and I entirely attribute that to their already extensive training.  I've noticed other improvements as well:  Kara's reaction speed is increasing, as is her endurance, along with acuity of senses.  These things are to be expected, but the speed of progression is still shocking to witness.

There are other things that make less sense.  Kara's hair and skin seem to be improving, and I know for a fact she isn't using any products on them beyond the basics.  Even the pertness of her breasts and scent of breath are becoming closer to what they were when she was empowered by the sun.  I can't help but wonder if my original hypothesis is true—that Kara's base form will be improved exponentially by exposure to yellow sun radiation—whether these other smaller attributes will similarly be enhanced or not.

I also fear that if my hypothesis is true, that once Kara is empowered again, virtually no force will be able to stop her.  Not even Clark. 

That said, there is no evidence that my theory will work whatsoever.  This is entirely uncharted territory.  And even if it does happen, perhaps Superman needs someone to keep him in check.

Still, I do fear whether I am doing the right thing or not.  At this point I am uncertain of my own intentions, but I am too invested in the project to abort it now.  It would also be unwise to betray Kara at this point.  When she regains her powers, whether they are enhanced or not, being her ally will be of the utmost importance.  On the other hand, intentionally keeping her depowered or even killing her is out of the question; both for moral reasons, and fear of Clark along with the rest of the league.

I must admit that Clark's silence about his cousin's sudden disappearance is somewhat worrying.  I would have expected him to at least alert the league to her missing presence.  For the time being, I've concluded that he has presumed she is off exploring the universe; or he knows about what is happening, and has chosen not to act.

One final thing I worry about are my own feelings in regard to Kara.  It is with hesitation that I admit my desire for her when she was Supergirl.  In fact, she knew this very well, using my own vital signs to detect it; this knowledge was one of the primary bargaining chips she used to persuade me to assist her. 

These feelings are slowly beginning to resurface.  As Kara gains strength, and somehow - beauty, she slowly recaptures that effortlessly overwhelming presence she possessed.  Adding to this, I am within physical proximity with her: spotting her during weight training, guiding her body, and sometimes even massaging her after intense training sessions.  Actually feeling her continually softening skin, and her developing muscles plays tricks on my lonely psyche.

Still, despite whatever I feel, I must maintain every effort to keep this as professional as possible."

2.) An Average Day For Kara

Kara wakes at 07:00, entirely driven by her circadian rhythm.  She has no alarm, and there are no windows to her chamber.  Top of the line UV lamps are present throughout the house to help Kara cope her with her total withdrawal from the sun.  Upon waking, Kara is typically naked or wearing a very tight bra and panties; her prodigious glutes practically swallow them.  Each morning, Kara takes a bit longer examining her body in the mirror than she'd care to admit.  She's simultaneously eager to find any and all new developments, and has taken increasing pride in her muscular development.

Next Kara showers.  This will be the first of many showers as Kara's rigorous schedule leads her to a near constant state of perspiration.  Fortunately, Bruce has provided some high-tech shampoo that can quickly rinse her hair to cleanliness without stripping its natural oils - it also features some fast-drying properties.

Still nude, Kara often meditates for a bit.  It's a habit she's picked up from martial arts training.  Truth be told, this is something she wishes she knew about and appreciated as Supergirl.  In the past she would use her 'super brain' to brute force clarity, but traditional meditation leaves her feeling far more clear-minded and emotionally level.

Finally, Kara gets dressed.  She will spend a large number of the following waking hours exercising, so she choses outfits with a high range of mobility, and lots of skin showing.  Plus, she's becoming very proud of her body and can't help but think "If you've got it, flaunt it!".  At this point her physique is significantly more impressive than Supergirl's ever was, and literally watching her own abs bulge forward as she trains them helps motivate her to keep pushing.  On top of all this, she can't help but revel in the glances she draws from both Bruce and his butler.

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At around 7:45 Kara has a large breakfast, prepared by Alfred.  If Bruce is awake and home, he joins her.  Bruce making it to breakfast is fairly uncommon however.  Many times he is still resting after staying out all night fighting crime, and others he is on the other side of the planet (or another planet altogether) handling a League emergency.

Kara's breakfast has slowly increased in size over the past month, and has reached the point where Kara is typically consuming over 2000 calories and over 100 grams of protein for this meal alone.  Alfred secretly watches with rapt fascination as the girl ravenously consumes his meals, combining feminine grace and primal savagery with her motions.  As the highly developed muscles in her arms ripple to and fro, he knows with quiet pride that his food is going to all the right places.

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Shortly after her massive breakfast, Kara throws herself into the first weight training session of the day.  Most would suffer consequences for working out after eating so much food, but Kara experiences no ill-effects so long as she waits around 15 minutes before training her abs. 

If Bruce is available, he spots her and coaches her.  Otherwise, Kara either trains herself, or Alfred steps in to help.  Kara was skeptical at first, but after saving her a few times on overly-ambitious lifts, she realized that Alfred was far more spry and capable than his age let on. 

These sessions often last for 90 minutes, and feature Kara training every major muscle on her frame.

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At around 9:30, Kara often has her "post-workout snack" which was in truth the size of a meal for anyone else.

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Fifteen to thirty minutes later, depending on how much food she ate, Kara typically has her first cardio session of the day.  Since she has to remain indoors and out of sight, this usually involves use of various bleeding edge treadmills and similar machines that Bruce often trains with. 

Alternatively, if Bruce is available, then Kara trains martial arts.  Sometimes this entails learning new combat moves and techniques, other times specific drills to train reaction speed and certain skills; or—Kara's favorite—a full on sparring session with the Dark Knight himself.

-

This workout often runs an hour and is concluded with another post-workout 'snack'.

From here, Kara takes her second shower of the day.  After which, she either performs meditation or yoga.  Or, if she's particularly lucky, receives a deeply relaxing massage from Bruce or Alfred. 

-

Noon is lunch time.  Even though Kara recently had a post-workout 'snack', she's always ready for more food.  Her lunch is even larger than her breakfast.

-

Refueled from Alfred's cooking, Kara moves onto her second weight training session of the day.  This is often what she mentally refers to as the 'serious one'.  Barring sweeping emergencies involving The League, Bruce is usually there to ensure that she's pushed to her absolute limits; though lately, she's capable of bringing herself there without his guidance. 

-

Following the workout comes another post-workout 'snack'. 

-

Wasting no time, Kara's second cardio/martial arts workout comes at around 14:00.  Generally, if she performed cardio in the morning, she trains martial arts here, and vice-versa.  In the event that Bruce is unable to train her in martial arts during either session, Alfred usually steps in.  The first time this happened, Kara was even more surprised than when he spotted her.  However, Alfred proved himself a rather adept teacher of weapons training, and also a very proficient boxer.  The two would never spar together, though during the first few weeks of her martial arts training, Kara couldn't help but feel that he would've bested her.

-

As with every workout, another snack is in order.  Kara engages in yet another shower.

After this shower, at around 16:30, she allots herself 'free time' until dinner at 19:00.  This block of time is highly variable.  Sometimes Kara watches Bruce as he works in the Batcave (at least when he allows her to);  sometimes she offers to assist Alfred with whatever he's doing - he usually declines, but sometimes accept her assistance.  Other times she simply performs a lot of calisthenics, seeing just how many pull ups and push ups her burgeoning body can perform.  As Supergirl she could effectively perform an infinite amount of push ups, pull ups, and cardio in general - so long as she has exposure to the yellow sun.  As depowered Kara however, it's deeply satisfying to add an extra repetition to her maximum for any of these exercises.

During this particular example of free time, Kara watches television in one of the mansion's home theaters.  Despite the incredibly comfortable furniture available, she opts to lay on her front, kicking her bare feet back and forth, often criss-crossing them; her impressive hamstrings bulging the entire time.  She eats popcorn, relishing in how delicious an extra three pumps of butter and scoopful of salt makes it.  The screen features a news report of The Justice League having foiled the latest plans of Grodd, saving mankind in the process. 

Kara can't help but notice that nobody has mentioned or seems to care about her disappearance.  "I guess as long as Superman exists, Supergirl is pretty redundant, huh?"  She says loud with a sigh before remembering her mission.  She thinks about the promised day that the Kryptonite nanobots are purged from her system and she's allowed to drink from the yellow sun's radiation once more.  She imagines her weeks of sweat, food, and dedication paying off in the grandest way possible.  Her mind wanders to the headlines:  'Stronger than Superman!  Faster than the Flash!  More beautiful than Wonder Woman!  With even greater energy powers than Green Lantern... It's the new and improved Supergirl!'  This daydream is so motivating that Kara moves the popcorn aside and starts performing single-handed push ups.

-

Dinner is always promptly served at 19:00 - Alfred insists upon it.  Not even Bruce can supersede this decision.  This is one of Kara's favorite parts of the day.  Alfred's food is always incredible, and he saves the best for dinner.  It's exotic, extravagant, and comes with enough portions to fill even Kara's immense appetite; for the time being at least.

If Bruce is present, Kara often tries to initiate conversation between the three of them.  It's often difficult, and often fails - with only silence filling the air, but when she succeeds, it's worth the effort.

-

Around 20:00 Kara engages in her final weight training session of the day.  Sometimes she's a bit stronger than during her morning session, which is even more motivating for her.

-

Finally, Kara has her last shower, and final post-workout meal of the day.  After this she prepares for bed, and sometimes tries to read Moby-Dick or another book before falling asleep.

It's a grueling schedule, but she'll be even more ready to face it again the coming day.

- - -

Typically this staggering amount of exercise would be considered counter-productive, but as Bruce has observed, something about Kara's body not only allows her to recover from such intense use, but actively thrives off of it.

Still, Kara had virtually zero social life.  For discretion's sake, she wasn't allowed to leave the mansion; and while they had gone shopping the past, Kara was now so dedicated to her training that she had no desire to do so again.

Bruce worried about the psychological impact of Kara's lifestyle.  Unlike the Robins, there wasn't a truly compelling reason to alienate Kara like this.  Before her depowerment, Kara had a good, fulfilling life.  A better and more fulfilling life than 99.9% of organisms in the universe.  It was true that this path was entirely her choice, but Bruce still worried about the repercussions.  Even Tim Drake went to high school where he was free to mingle with peers and live out some semblance of a normal life.  Kara... This was Kara's entire world now.  In many respects, she had become a bird clipped of its wings and trapped in a cage.

3.) One Week After Log's Publication

Kara was sprawled on the bench press, a barbell with impressive weight brought down to her chest.  Bruce, watching from a bird's eye perspective as he spotted her, was more focused on her physique than his spotting duties.  Kara was (somewhat ironically) wearing a skimpy, sleeveless, workout top with a 'Supergirl Logo' on it that left her rippling abdomen to full display.  Over the past three weeks, Kara had developed a wicked V-taper to her body: an overwhelmingly wide upper half that cascaded downward to her lithe waist.  Bruce estimated that her shoulders were at least twice as broad as her belly - possibly even more so. 

The Kryptonian girl's lats spilled over the bench.  They sat above a veritable eight-pack flanked by deep obliques, developed serratus anteriors, and a thick Adonis's belt.  Despite partially resting on the weight bench, Kara's sizable quads bunched up, a deep tear-drop comfortably sat opposite her bulging hamstrings.  Even from a bird's eye perspective, Bruce could look down and see her jutting calves, which he guessed were encroaching 15 inches of circumference.

With a combined 350 pounds on the bar, Kara's burgeoning chest, shoulders, and arms were pushed to their limits as she brought the bar down and back into the air; Bruce's calm, waiting hands ready to interfere if needed.  Her breasts had somehow grown half a cup size in the past few weeks, and underneath lay a pair of solid, defined pectorals; between the center of which a deep valley of definition showcased their separation.  The exercise at hand had caused a vast collection of striations along the chest muscles to ripple with life.

After 13 full repetitions, Kara finally placed the bar back on the rack, panting heavily and wiping some sweat from her brow and chest.

"Good work.  You're stronger than yesterday." Bruce said.  And more beautiful too.  He thought to himself.  Her skin, despite having become quite pale from lack of sunlight, had an almost luminescent quality to it.  It was almost as alluring as when she was empowered by the yellow sun's radiation.

Kara giggled a bit, "You say that everyday."

He shrugged, "Habits are extremely powerful."

"And I've made a habit of gaining more power every day!" Kara said, sitting up.

In truth, Bruce could bench press 1,200 pounds for reps, but that still didn't detract from Kara's accomplishment - as he was one of, if not the strongest non-powered humans on the entire planet.  Plus, Kara was proportionately stronger with her legs, back, and arms than her chest.  Secretly, Bruce took some level of relief in knowing that she at least had that natural 'weakness' of the female gender.

"Hey, how big do ya think this thing is now?"  Kara asked with a giggle before flexing her right bicep, causing an impressive ball of muscle to rise up.  It featured a clear, deep separation between the top of the muscle and her tricep, "Whoa, I've got this cool split running down the center now!  Neat!" she added with glee.

Bruce brought his hand over, cupped his fingers around the limb, and gave it a solid squeeze.  It was surprisingly hard, and warm.  Harder and warmer than he expected; denser and hotter than most human biceps.  "I'll estimate 14 and a half inches."  He said, bringing the tips of his fingers inside the bicep's split, and finally withdrawing his hand after realizing he had likely lingered for too long.

"We should measure it!" The Kryptonian responded.

"Seems arbitrary.  Especially since you're presumably going to continue growing."  Bruce replied.

"Well... okay."  Kara felt a bit dejected, but didn't want to cause an issue over something so trivial.

-

Later that day, Kara and her host were suited up and sparring.  Kara was wearing bright red protectors on her head, fists, feet, and knees - along with a mouth guard.  The rest of outfit had somehow become even skimpier since the weight training session, as she preferred the freedom of movement - she needed as much as she could get.  Her opponent was Batman, as Bruce was partially suited up.  He explained that he wanted Kara to face against as intimidating an opponent as possible, though she wondered what the real objective was.

In the past, Bruce would guide almost all of Kara's movements—calling out blow by blow all of her mistakes—but lately she had become so adept at fighting that their matches were more legitimate training sessions for both of them.

During a heated exchange of blows, the blonde managed to strike Batman directly in the abdomen.  "Gotcha!" she exclaimed with glee.

"Lucky hit." he replied, returning fire with a leg sweep that sent her tumbling down.  To his surprise, she managed to successfully land and spring to her feet in a manner of moments, similar to how a skilled gymnast would recover from such a fall.

Kara charged head first with surprising fervor, eager to try and finally best Batman in a sparring match.  Her fists fired off with such power and speed that the Caped Crusader could only hope to block them, unable to manipulate or redirect her blows.  As her padded knuckles connected with his gauntlets, he felt force far beyond what a girl her size should be capable of producing.  Her strength, energy, and determination - combined with her deeply alluring package - forced Batman to spend more time suppressing his desires than he would have liked.

In an act of athleticism that Batman had failed to anticipate, Kara wrapped her muscular thighs around his waist, and pulled him down with her as she fell onto her back.  Acting entirely on instinct in response, Batman grabbed hold of Kara as they descended, seizing her wrists and pinning them upon landing; likewise securing her legs with his own.  His cowl—which wasn't fully secured—flew off, tumbling across the room, rendering Batman as Bruce Wayne once more. 

Silence filled the room.

Both pairs of blue eyes stared at one another, their faces mere inches away.  Both fighters perspiring and panting from the exercise.  Both fit, muscular bodies flooding with endorphins.  Both hearts racing from battle, and...

Bruce's presence was overwhelming for her; Kara involuntarily bit her lower lip and let out a soft moan of arousal.  Immediately after, she averted her gaze to the side, and her cheeks turned a shade pink.  Realizing how compromising her position was, the caped crusader felt likewise, but hid his reaction better; he had years of practice against some of the most attractive femme fatales in the world.

Without uttering a word, Bruce let go and quickly got up.  "Good trick."  He said, dusting himself off.  "But remember it's just a trick.  It only worked because I didn't realize you were capable of it.  An error on my behalf.  An error you won't be able to exploit again.  Same principle applies to any capable opponent you manage to fool in battle."

Kara was still on the ground, looking embarrassed about her blatant display of arousal.

She finally spoke, "Look, about what just happened...  I'm sorry if-"

"It's fine."  Bruce interrupted.  He extended his gloved hand down to help her up.

Kara didn't need his assistance, but she took his hand anyways.  With a single powerful tug, he yanked her onto her feet.

"Really though, I didn't mean to-"

"Kara.  Combat is an intense, passionate dance.  We're both supremely fit members of the opposite sex.  Learn to suppress those feelings in combat, and you'll become that much more effective.  You're human now, remember?" Bruce explained.  "Anyways, that's enough for this session.  Good work."  He turned heel walked out of the room.

"I'm... human?"  Kara murmured to herself, staring at the now-empty space Bruce had occupied a moment ago.  Until that point, he had painfully reminded her over and over that she was Kryptonian, that she was an alien, that she was different, that her achievements were solely based from that.  But today, she was human.  An honorary one at least.

4.)  Later that evening - dinner time.

It was only 7 PM, and Bruce Wayne had already become Batman.  He likely wouldn't return until the small hours of the morning.

Kara wasn't totally alone however. 

As Bruce had been a son to Alfred, Kara was quickly becoming his daughter in the same manner.  And accordingly so, Alfred couldn't resist but spoil the girl.

"I know you've been training extraordinarily hard, so I figure a treat is in order."  The elderly man said, presenting a lavish dessert on a decorated plate.  Kara had already eaten a twelve ounce sirloin, a whole lobster, a full baguette drizzled in olive oil, two avocados, mashed potatoes, and had 'pre-gamed' with a bowl of mixed nuts; yet she was more than ready for the entirety of the medium-sized cake in front of her.

The Kryptonian's crystal-clear blue eyes lit up with pure joy at the sight of the dessert.  "Ohmygod Alfie!  Thank you so much!  This stuff is my favorite!" she squealed before quickly grabbing a slice and digging in, double-Belgium-chocolate crumbs falling on the plate beneath her.

In between large bites she managed to stop and exclaim, "It tastes soooo good!" before grabbing a nearby glass of whole milk and drinking a large swig of it.  Kara quickly downed another slice of the cake.

"During my employ under Master Bruce, I've had the privilege of preparing and serving meals to Robin during puberty; a crime fighting German Shepherd; and of course the legendary Batman himself.  And yet, you young lady, have an appetite that surpasses them all."

After gulping down her current mouthful and wiping her mouth clean, she replied, "You know, as Supergirl I didn't need to eat.  I did sometimes - it was tasty, and I had even deluded myself into thinking my super senses appreciated it better than any human could...  But when you need the food—especially after a long workout—it just tastes so much better!" she explained, quickly downing another slice, bringing the cake to half-consumed status.

Alfred nodded.  "Understandable.  Well, I hope you eat your fill while you stay with us, Mistress Kara."

"Please, just call me Kara."  The blonde replied, drinking more milk.  "But yeah, there's that aspect.  Plus, I'm a growing girl, so I need all the food I can get!"  she added with a giggle, resisting the urge to flex her muscles for emphasis.

"Indeed.  It seems the food is all going to good use.  Even if it is... a truly staggering number of calories."

"Are you afraid I'm going to become fat?" Kara replied, mostly joking, but still curious to hear his reply.

"Ah, no.  Truth be told, your body is in such ripped condition that I often fear that I may be underfeeding you."  He explained sincerely.

"Awww, how sweet!  Well, I'll be sure to eat even more to make sure that isn't the case!"  Kara giggled again before going to work on another slice of cake.

"I'll keep that in mind and prepare extra food each meal accordingly."

"YES!  More deliciousness!" Kara exclaimed with joy.  "Thank you so much Alfred!"

The older man was taken aback by the young woman's exuberance for food.  At the very least, it warmed his heart a little.


4.5) Two hours later

Kara had finished her last weight training session for the evening, showered, and was eating her final meal for the day.  She was wearing her pajamas, which were really little more than a bra and form-fitting panties.  While she ate, Alfred watched, observing her.

"Whatcha looking at Alf?" Kara asked.  She knew it was her, but she wanted to start a conversation instead of maintaining the awkward silence.

"Ah... Sorry madame-" Alfred started before he was interrupted.

"Just call me Kara."

"Sorry Kara.  It's just... interesting for me.  Watching you change over the past 50 days or so."  Despite his advanced age and supremely calm demeanor, Alfred still couldn't help but find Kara increasingly alluring with each passing day.

"Yeah, I guess it is quite the transformation, huh?"

"Indeed.  I've been around many impressive individuals such as your cousin, and practically raised the legendary Batman, yet your transformation is so rapid, and..."

"It's alright Alfred.  I've looked in the mirror.  Don't feel bad for staring a bit."  She giggled.

"Now, let's not let our egos get the best of us." Alfred replied.

"I know, I know.  Just teasing you."

A few minutes of silence passed and Kara finally spoke what was weighing on her mind:  "You know, I never really realized just how much time he really dedicates to the whole Batman thing." She was clearly referring to Bruce.

"Yes.  It's a common fear of mine that Batman is more real than Bruce is."  He replied.  Kara could tell from the tone it was a sentiment he held for a long while.

"I... I miss him Alfred."  Kara admitted.  "He always weirded me out in the past.  Back in The League, he was always... strange.  I had difficulty understanding why he was held in such high regard.  Even the first few weeks here, he was frustrating to say the least.  But now... I think I'm starting to understand him.  And now that I understand him, he's always out doing... whatever it is he does."

Wordlessly, the butler moved closer and placed a hand on her shoulder.  The contrast was stark: Alfred's wrinkled, damaged, and vascular hands - aged even further from their constant use; Kara's large, round, muscular deltoid, brimming with potential energy, covered in perfect skin, and threatening to become even greater within the next day alone.

Despite the world of difference between them, Alfred and Kara understood one another.  Kara fully realized what it must have been like to keep watch of the manor while Bruce flung himself into the heart of chaos almost every night - utterly unknowing if he would return, and if he did, what damages he would incur from the night's activities.

After a few moments, Alfred spoke again.  "I understand you have been slowly reading Moby-Dick by the great Melville, correct?"

"Kind of.  Trying to at least."  Kara replied.

"Yes.  Well, the parallels aren't perfect of course, but...  If you finish the story and pay attention, you might come to understand what Batman truly is."

"I see."  Kara had some ideas of what that meant, but found herself a bit more motivated to push through the archaic text.

After finishing the last bite of her meal, Kara got up and suddenly wrapped her brawny arms around Alfred, embracing him in a hug.  He still stood a good deal taller than her, but Kara's sheer muscular width gave her a dominant position in the transaction.  Alfred brought his own arms around her, and they gave each other an earnest squeeze.

"Thank you Alfred.  For everything.  The food, the constant care, and most of all - your friendship."

"No.  Thank you Kara."  Alfred insisted.

"For what?"

"For bringing some light into both mine and Bruce's lives."

"I... Well."  Kara was clearly flustered from the unexpected compliment.  "Once I'm Supergirl again, I'll do my best to not let you down."

"I know you won't." Alfred replied.

They released their embrace, and Kara headed off for bed.  She would have to repeat the entire grind again tomorrow to become the best Supergirl possible; not just for herself, but for everyone.


- To be continued!

[Nefarious]

Supergirl vs Helga Hammerfist
Chap 1
by Jay Nemo


Supergirl accepted the challenge to battle Lex Lab's newest champion. For the
past month he has been producing an army of enhanced soldiers, all of whom are
completely obedient to his bidding, and each one of whom is just less than
half Supergirl's strength. She has accepted this challenge because she felt
that this would be a good opportunity to demonstrate publically that Lex's
Enhanced Army would always fall before the Maiden of Might. She had some
reservations, as you could never tell what Lex had in mind, but she couldn't
envision any other outcome to the fight. After all she was Supergirl, and her
super strength had never yet met its match, being even greater than the power
of her cousin Superman.

Supergirl is thinking of all of this as she steps into the specially built
heavily reinforced ring. The announcer introduces her. The crowd cheers her
5'11" and 169lbs of lean super muscle. Approaching the ring from the other
side is her opponent wearing a full-length hooded robe denying everyone a
premature view. Supergirl tries her X-ray vision but finds a lead lining
prevents her too from seeing thru. That's stupid of Lex she thinks, what's he
trying to hide? She can tell that her opponent is very tall, about six foot
five or six inches, and massively broad shouldered, with an upper body that
has to be enormous. The announcer solves the mystery by announcing the 25 year
old 6'6" 575 lb Helga Hammerfist.

The bell rings to start the fight. Helga removes her robe. Supergirl gapes in
awe at the superhuman physique of her opponent. Her arms look three or four
times the size of Supergirls, her abs are incredibly thick pilings of the
densest muscle ever seen and her breasts are easily bigger than bowling balls.
Supergirl is still standing in the center of the ring stunned by the sight,
when Helga moves towards her.

Before Supergirl can move Helga slams her left fist into Supergirl's ribs.
Supergirl had never felt such pain, it feels as if two of her ribs are broken.
She screams, and doubles over. As she doubles over she is vaguely conscious
of Helga's massive right arm rising up, the hand bunched into a huge fist, her
biceps swollen into gigantic 58" peaks. Supergirl sees the punch coming, but
she is helpless to do anything about it. Helga's huge muscles crash her right
fist into the side of Supergirl's face. The sound of Supergirl's cheekbone
breaking is clearly heard, as Helga's blow smashes Supergirl to the floor...
unconscious. Supergirl, the Girl of Steel, the invulnerable Maiden of Might,
had been taken out by Helga Hammerfist with two blows... in 5 seconds. The
startled referee starts to count. One... Two...Three... It looks as though
Supergirl is so far out that the count would be a formality. Before the count
of Five, however, Supergirl is on her feet. Her healing power has kicked in.
She rises from the floor, her bones healed, and fully conscious.

Supergirl moves backwards, out of reach of Helga's lethal fists. Helga stands,
exuding raw power, and glowering menacingly down at Supergirl. "Love that
Healing Power, Girl of Steel" she growls. "It'll keep you coming back for more
while I beat the crap out of you as long as I like." Supergirl realises that
she has to be cautious. This is not going to be as easy as her previous
contacts with Lex's Enhanced Army. Helga is something special. Using her super
speed she moves round her massive opponent. She sees an opening and flicks out
a super-powered jab. It connects squarely with Helga's jaw. To Supergirl's
amazement her blow has no apparent effect, either on Helga Hammerfist or on
her menacing smile. Supergirl is stunned. That blow would have knocked any
superhero on to the seat of his pants. Gritting her teeth she moves round
again, and lets loose another series of jabs and punches to the same place.
They all land, and they all meet with the same fate as the first. Helga
laughed. "Nice try Superwimp. I almost felt some of those. Why don't you try
and hit me somewhere else?" She raises her huge arms to the level of her
massive shoulders, and placed her hands on the back of her neck, exposing the
whole of her mighty torso to the Girl of Steel, and incidentally giving
Supergirl an intimidating glimpse of the massive size of her unflexed biceps.

Shaking off her feelings of apprehension, Supergirl throws caution to the
winds. She hurls herself across the ring, and smashes her fist into Helga's
stomach with all the super force at her command. Helga laughed out loud as
Supergirl's massive superblow bounces off her mighty stomach muscles, as if
the Girl of Steel had brushed Helga with a feather. "Better try again Girl of
Spaghetti," Helga laughs. Supergirl grunts with effort as she hits Helga's
body with dozens of blows, any one of which would have had Supergirl's cousin
Superman stretched out on the floor. Helga doesn't even react. Her 12" armour
of ultra-dense,diamond-hard, rock-solid massive muscle completely absorbs
Supergirl's hardest blows, so much so that it is clear that her internal
organs are totally unaware that Supergirl's blows have even landed. Supergirl
retreated in astonishment and (she is compelled to admit) fear, as Helga
flexes and tightens her six-pack, and as massive slabs of abdominal muscle
bulge and ripple. Helga laughs "Perhaps you'd like to try my jaw again now."
Supergirl thinks it best that she DOES like. Her fist explodes against Helga's
jaw. Helga's smile doesn't alter one inch, but Supergirl pulls back, wincing in
pain, nursing a broken hand. "Take it easy Girl of Steel," taunts Helga as the
healing power repaires Supergirl's hand, "Don't hurt yourself. I want that
pleasure to be reserved for ME!!" Helga grabs hold of Supergirl. The Girl of
Steel struggles hard, but, for all her superstrength, she is no match for the
power of Helga's gigantic arms and huge, massively muscular body. Helga grabs
Supergirl in a bearhug, lifts her off the floor, and squeezes. Every cubic
inch of Supergirl's breath is forced out of her lungs. The Girl of Steel
struggles for breath. She pushes as hard as she can. She drums her fists
against Helga's head and shoulders, but it is all like flicking pebbles against
a boulder. Supergirl's struggles slowly subside as Helga moves her left arm to
the back of Supergirl's neck and shoves Supergirl's face firmly between her
rock-firm bowling-ball breasts. The helpless Supergirl automatically
registers the thought that Helga's chest made hers look like an ironing board.
Muffled gasps could be heard coming from inside Helga's cleavage, as the Girl
of Steel struggles for air once again. But her struggles are to no avail.Helga
is in total control. She smotheres Supergirl until she passes out, and her
arms and legs droop lifelessly. Then Helga opens her arms, and Supergirl's
limp body drops to the floor of the ring like an empty sack. The referee
starts to count, but the bell goes before the reaches five. Supergirl's
healing power revives her almost immediately, and she moves to her corner
ready for Round Two.

Supergirl stood up for the second round. Her confidence had been shaken, but
she was still ready to fight. Sure she had had a bad round - but what the
hell. She'd fought tough opponents before and had always beaten them.She was
Supergirl. This fight would be no different. One good punch, and she would
win. She moved towards the centre of the ring and circled round Helga. Minutes
of circling went by, with supergirl recovering all the time. When she flet
that she had reached full strength Supergirl hit Helga's torso with all the
force of her right arm. Without flinching Helga immediately smashed her left
into Supergirl's abdomen. Supergirl was hurt. She doubled over, and backed
away. She recovered and hit Helga again. Helga smiled and retaliated with a
huge right straight to the joint of Supergirl's left shoulder. Supergirl's
left arm hung uselessly. She had never felt such pain. She cried out in agony
and moved back as fast as she could. "Here goes" she thought. She moved
forward again. She would wipe that confident smile off her opponent's face.
She would show her what it meant to fight Supergirl. She put every remaining
vestige of her fading strength into a right to the jaw. The smile never left
Helga's face, but her massive right fist crashed back into Supergirl's ribs.
Supergirl felt something break inside her. Instinctively she clasped her
damaged ribs. Helga grabbed Supergirl's "S" logo with her left hand, and
lifted Supergirl into the air, flexing the huge biceps of her right arm, so
that Supergirl could see the power behind what was coming. But just then the
bell rang. Helga dropped Supergirl to the floor without blinking, and strode
to her corner. Supergirl crawled to the ropes, hauled herself to her feet, and
struggled to her seat.

Supergirl had only one thought at the beginning of the third round. She had to
keep out of trouble until her healing power could repair her body and restore
her strength. Fortunately she still had her super speed. Let her just regain
her power and she would soon show this huge juggernaut a thing or two. She
moved round Helga, faster than the eye could see, ready to dodge everything
Helga could throw at her. Helga shaped for a left hook. Supergirl moved away,
only to discover that the blow had been a feint. Helga's huge right fist
crashed into Supergirl's jaw with a sickening crunch. This was the first blow
to the jaw Supergirl had taken in the fight, and it turned her lights out. Her
eyeballs rolled upwards, and she sagged at the knees. Helga grabbed her so
that she could not fall to the mat. She held her on her feet until her healing
power had brought her back to consciousness. Then Helga started to move around
Supergirl, picking her off, and crashing devastating blows into every part of
her body completely at will. Supergirl cried out in pain every time Helga's
fists slammed into her. She tried to defend herself, but Helga's massive
muscles powered her huge fists through Supergirl's defences. Eventually, with
eight seconds of the round left, Helga smashed her right into Supergirl's jaw
again. Supergirl dropped like a stone. She lay there, unconscious, as the bell
came to her rescue.

Supergirl had recovered consciousness by the time the bell sounded for the
fouth round. For the first time in her life she cursed her healing power. If
she had remained unconscious the fight would be over by now. She knew she
could also bring it to an end by surrendering to her clearly superior and much
more powerful opponent. But she couldn't do that. She was Supergirl. She rose
to her feet realising that she was helpless in Helga's hands, wondering dully
if Helga would content herself with merely defeating her or if she would kill
her, and knowing that, either way, there was nothing she could do about it.
Helga proceeded to beat Supergirl mercilessly. She laughed as her huge,
much-more-than-superhuman muscles pulverised Supergirl. Ribs cracked, bones
shattered, muscles tore, organs ruptured. Then another right hook shattered
Supergirl's jaw and smashed her to the mat as if she'd been pole axed. Helga
hoisted Supergirl into the air and held her horizontally high above her head,
looking like a living embodiment of Absolute Triumph. Then she crashed
Supergirl head first to the re-inforced floor. The building shook from the
force of the blow. Helga lifted Supergirl again, obviously preparing for
another smash to the re- inforced floor. The crowd waited. Supergirl had been
smashed into oblivion. She was at Helga's mercy, and it didn't look as if
Helga was about to show her any. This would be the death blow. Supergirl was
defeated... finished. Helga Hammerfist's massive muscles had demolished her.

Just as Helga was about to strike there was a crash and Superman came through
the ceiling. He flew down like lightning, and snatched Supergirl's lifeless
body from Helga's grasp. With a roar Helga sprang forward and landed an
uppercut on his jaw. He was stunned, but he was rapidly flying away from Helga
as the blow landed, so that the impact was lessened, and the blow carried him
high into the air. He recovered enough to enable him to use his flying power
to keep him airborne, and out of Helga's reach, as he rose slowly to the
ceiling, and to safety. "I'll take a piece of you too Supersap!!!" Helga
called after him. "Tell Superbimbo that she's finished. I'm never going away,
I'll always be around, and what I'll do to her if I ever see her around again
will make tonight look like a picnic. Tell her that!! Tell her!!!" Superman
rose into the sky, bearing the defeated Supergirl, still comatose, to his
Fortress of Solitude. The Girl of Steel was going to need a lot of rest and
recuperation.

[Nefarious]

Supergirl vs Helga Hammerfist  2

by Jay Nemo


She stood, paralysed, as Helga Hammerfist moved towards her. Helga's mighty
physique loomed over her, blocking out the whole world. She knew that she had
to run fast, with all her super speed, or Helga would get her... But she
couldn't move. She screamed frantically for help... But she could get no sound
out of her mouth. She knew that Helga was going to inflict terrible pain on
her. She knew that she would be spared if she begged and pleaded for mercy...
But she couldn't get out any words.

She hit Helga with every ounce of her super strength, supplemented by her
flying power... But each blow sent greater and greater pain into her hands and
arms as her blows bounced ineffectively, off Helga's jaw and face, and off
each of her massive muscles. Then Helga's huge, heavily muscled arms rose and
fell, inflicted agonizing pain wherever they landed. The punishment seemed
eternal. She shrieked as Helga's fists broke her legs and arms like match
sticks. Then Helga took her by the scruff of the neck, hammered her head into
the rippling muscles of Helga's titanium-hard stomach, and dropped her,
stunned and nauseous, to the floor.

She was lying on her back... helpless. Helga was leaning over her, a sadistic
smile on her powerful features. Helga leaned over, grabbed her by the front of
her costume with her left hand, and lifted her broken body off the ground. Her
eyes opened wide in terror as Helga raised her right arm, and balled her right
hand into a huge fist. Helga was going to slam that fist into her jaw. She
could see the mountainous size and brutal power of the shoulder and biceps
which were going to power that slam. She knew that she could not withstand the
blow... that it would shatter her face into a thousand pieces, and it would
kill her.

And then finally she could make sounds. She screamed out her acknowledgement
of Helga's mastery over her. She begged and pleaded for mercy. She could hear
her voice shouting out "Helga... Helga.. Helga... No... No... Please...
Please... Not again... No please not again..." "Kara! Kara! Kara! Wake up!
Wake up! Its only a dream!!!" Supergirl was jerked out of her deep sleep, back
to reality. She was in Kal's Fortress of Solitude. She had been asleep, and he
was shaking her awake. She sat up. Her bedclothes were in a mess, and soaking
wet. Her whole body was dripping with what seemed like rivers of sweat. Her
blonde hair was ropey with sweat. Her hands were trembling. Kal handed her a
glass of water. She drank it thirstily. Then she threw her arms around Kal,
rested her head on his shoulder, and sobbed. "What was it Kara? Was it THE
NIGHTMARE again?"

"Y.y.y.y.esss.! she stammered. "She was killing me again. And I was utterly
helpless in her hands. And the pain... I can't describe it. Kal she inflicted
such pain..."

Superman let Kara cry herself out, until she relaxed, and sank back to sleep.
Ever since he had brought Supergirl to his Fortress of Solitude after her
catastrophic defeat at the hands of the Champion of Lex's Enhanced Army she
had seemed mentally traumatised as well as physically crushed. At first she
had been unable to sleep at all, and then, as her healing power gradually
started to cure her dreadful wounds, she had slept, but at the cost of
terrifying nightmares, all with the same theme - Helga was beating her to
pulp, over and over again. "We must discuss this problem" he said to her the
next morning. "What problem?" she answered guardedly. "You know what I'm
talking about. Unless we can do something about this that woman will establish
such a psychological domination over you that you'll never be able to stand up
to her." "What do you mean 'WILL establish'" she crieds. "She's established it
ALREADY. Kal, you know the position better than anyone. I'm virtually
invulnerable. Until I fought that huge mountain of muscle I thought that I was
COMPLETELY invulnerable. I've never in my life had to face the possibility of
pain. But now I have. That woman inflicted pain on me, terrible pain, every
time one of her fists smashed into me. And I had no defence against her. She
crashed through my guard as if it was tissue paper. And I didn't like it. I
couldn't stand it. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to run away and hide. I
wanted to surrender and plead for mercy. And I still do. I can't stand the
prospect of experiencing that pain again. I've never had to be brave before. I
knew that nothing could hurt me. But this monster can. Add to this that my
hardest blows don't even dent her, and that she's fast enough to tag me with a
killer punch to the jaw when I'm using my super speed - and I'm scared, no
scrub that, I'm TERRIFIED of facing her again. I can't do it."

Superman held his peace.

Over the next few weeks Supergirl's healing power worked its effect. Her face
completely healed. It recovered the full bloom of its beauty without a blemish
or scar. Her body, too, was once more the trim package of shapely super
powered muscles that it had been before it had taken such a hammering from
Helga's ultra-mega musclepower.

And she was able to go out on patrol again. Things worked well. She stopped
the usual ration of muggings and store robberies by thugs who were trying to
take advantage of what they thought was her absence. She even stopped a
robbery by members of the Enhanced Army. The only difference was that now she
didn't treat a battle with the Enhanced Army as an occasion for a fun workout.
She took them out as fast as her super speed would let her, having first made
sure that Helga was not with them.

Then Lex realised what was happening, and the Enhanced Army never went out
without either a lead crate, or lead lined curtains, in which Supergirl could
never be sure that Helga was not hiding. Time after time Supergirl was forced
to remain high in the sky, unable to face the possibility of another
annihilating confrontation with the Super Champion.

Eventually this became too much for her. She had to take her chances. She
asked Superman to remain out of sight, in reserve, to help her if necessary,
she interrupted a Enhanced Army jewellery heist. In fifteen seconds the ten
members of the Enhanced Army who had carried out the robbery were unconscious.
Supergirl was just about to congratulate herself on a job well done, when she
heard a dreaded voice behind her.

"You came at last eh Superbimbo!" Helga growled. "I thought you couldn't keep
away for ever. Well, your worst nightmare is here, waiting for you" Supergirl
turned, and gasped. Helga looked even bigger than she remembered her. Helga
laughed. "Surprised Spaghettigirl. I've been working out since out last
meeting. I've put on another 100 pounds in weight. And you know what... its
all ALL muscle, every last pound. And all my muscle is even denser than
before. I reckon you and your cousin together could last maybe 60 seconds
against me, tops. And that's on one of my bad days." She slowly flexed her
whole body before Supergirl's startled eyes. Supergirl's mouth fell open, and
her eyes almost popped out. Helga's biceps swelled to 72", four times the size
of Supergirl's 18" guns, and as her 60" thighs dwarfed Supergirl's 24" upper
leg. Her chest seemed to shut out the sun. Helga gave a scornful laugh at the
sight of Supergirl's face, and advanced on her.

Supergirl stood paralysed with fear. She couldn't run. She couldn't fight. She
couldn't move. Her knees started to tremble as Helga approached. Her legs
weakened. She fell backwards against the wall, averted her eyes, and held her
hands before her face, her palms facing the advancing Helga. "Hah!" snorted
Helga. "Don't fall before I've even touched you. You'll have plenty of time to
flop on the ground after I've given you another beating. I told that cousin of
your to warn you, but I guess he had other things to think about. Now Super
Fitness Model. Time to face the music, or should I say the muscles". She
raised her fist.

There was a loud whizzing sound. Superman smashed into the room almost faster
than the speed of thought, whisked Supergirl up in his arms, and hurtled out
into the night sky, carrying the quaking Supergirl to safety.

"Well Kara, we know the dimensions of the problem now." he said to her the
next morning in the Fortress of Solitude. "Now all we have to do is to find
the solution." "No Kall. its not what must be done by US. Its what has to be
done by ME." retorted Supergirl. It's an interesting problem. I see it as an
exam problem. 'Supergirl is faced with a criminal who can knock her into the
middle of next week, who is almost as fast as she is, who is invulnerable to
her blows, and who has attained a complete psychological domination over her.
What is she to do?' All it means is that I have to solve this problem with my
inteeligence, and without the use of most of my super powers. Well I'll solve
it. You go on back to Metropolis. I'll deal with things here, and I'll let you
know if I need your help in any way."

[Nefarious]

Supergirl vs Helga Hammerfist (6)

by Jay Nemo


Linda Lee Danvers immediately changed to her Supergirl costume and shot off
to the Justice League headquarters. To her horror the place looked as if a
bomb had hit it. The huge security doors had been ripped apart, walls had
been battered down, and furniture had been trashed. Batman stood silently
surveying the damage. "What happened" Supergirl cried. "The Enhanced Army
happened" replied Batman grimly. "Lex must have spotted that his opal lens
was missing, and he must have decided that we had it. The whole Army
attacked. Your friend Helga Hammerfist ripped out the security doors and
smashed down the walls as if they were made of butter. Only three of us were
in a condition to resist them.Flash tried to counter attack, but Helga threw
a net around him, and disabled him while he was struggling to get free.
Green Lantern tried to use his green ray, but Helga smashed it to
smithereens, knocking him into the middle of next week. She would have
killed him if his ring hadn't teleported him away to God knows where. I
managed to escape via the roof. The Enhanced Army then carried off the rest
of the Justice League, who were in no condition to resist them, while Helga
and a few others ransacked the place looking for the opal lens, which
fortunately was in my utility belt. The upshot is that Lex does not have the
lens, so that he can't manufacture more troops, but he also has almost the
entire Justice League in his power, with enough muscle to kill them all."

Supergirl shot up into the air. She circled high over Lex's facility,
scanning it with her x- ray vision. Yes, there they were. Superman, the
three Marvels,Wonder Woman and the Flash, all shackled to thick metal posts
which stood against the wall of the building. They all seemed to be
unconscious. They slumped forward, their heads sunk into their chests, held
upright only by the chains which bound them. Supergirl wondered why the
whole building, and each metal post, and the chains which bound the
superheroes, were painted bright yellow; until she realised that this would
prevent Green Lantern from freeing them. She could see that this time her
trick of using a disguised Catwoman as a diversion would not work. Helga's
huge form guarded the posts, and the Enhanced Army guarded Helga.

She flew back to headquarters, where some progress towards tidying up had
already been made. She reported to Batman what she had seen. He spoke into
his mobile phone, and then turned a grim face towards her. "I'm afraid we've
heard from Lex. Unless you appear at his facility and surrender yourself to
Helga Hammerfist he will start to kill his captives one at a time."

"What do I do?"

"I fear that we have no alternative. I have spoken to Hal. He has a plan
which I think might work, but it will take a certain amount of time to
implement. In the meanwhile you will have to offer yourself, in effect as a
sacrifice to that monster. Our only hope is that you can hold out against
her, or if you can't, that she will not kill you, or anyone else, until Hal
returns."

"If that's the case, here I go" said Supergirl. "I'll go 'Up... Up...'
hoping that I won't be going too far 'Away'." She leapt into the air, and
sped towards Lex's facility again.

Supergirl was admitted to Lex's facility. A member of the Enhanced Army led
her down a maze of lead lined corridors into what seemed like the bowels of
the Earth. She was shown into a large dark room, at one end of which was a
large throne. Helga Hammerfist sat on the throne in regal splendour. She was
dressed only in the bottom half of an obviously scanty bikini. The rest of
her enormous physique, including her huge, rock-firm chest, was exposed.
Coloured lights played on every one of her breathtaking muscles. She looked
unbelievably spectacular. Her massive muscles rippled with every movement.
Her mighty chest defied gravity. Her powerful face was stamped with the
power of absolute authority.

Helga sent the Enhanced Army from the room with an imperious wave. Then she
looked at Supergirl, and beckoned. Supergirl walked forward and stood before
the throne. Helga stood up. She towered over the Girl of Steel, the top of
Supergirl's head reaching no higher than the bottom of Helga's chest. She
looked down at Supergirl in total confidence. "Well Superbimbo" she said.
"So you've come. Do you think you could survive another round with me?"

Supergirl hung her head. "No." she said in a low quiet voice. "I surrender
to you. You're too powerful for me. I'm helpless before you. You could beat
the crap out of me. You could beat me to death with ease. You nearly did it
last time, I can't expect to be saved by Superman this time."

"Too right Bimbette. I gave him my Execution Punch. Lucky for him I held
back. I could have pulped his skull. As it is I just broke his neck, but
he'll be comatose for months, unless I rip his stupid head off first. You
were watching me when I destroyed him weren't you?"

Supergirl remained standing, holding her hands together in front of her
body, her head bowed in submission before Helga Hammerfist. "Yes, I saw it."
she said almost in a whisper."

Supergirl's stomach fluttered wildly, her throat and mouth felt dry, and her
hands and knees trembled uncontrollably as she submitted to this incredible
woman.

Helga laughed. "And you surrender to me huh! Smart move! But I think you
need to learn just what that means." Helga moved forward like lightning.
Supergirl had forgotten how fast she was in a fight. Before Supergirl could
move Helga backhanded her to the floor. Lights brighter than aurora borealis
went off in Supergirl's brain as Helga knelt down and pressed her huge knees
on to Supergirl's arms, her massive muscles bulging and pulsating with power
as she pinned Supergirl to the ground as firmly as if a cosmic stake had
been driven through her. The semi-conscious Supergirl looked dazedly
upwards. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by the sight of Helga's huge form. She
could no longer contain herself. She gasped out the only thought that welled
up out of the stunned haze of her dimmed consciousness. "Oooohhhhh
H..Helga!!" she whispered. "Your m..m..muscles. Your s..stupendous huge
unmatchable magnificent MUSCLES. They're so incredibly WONDERFUL. They're
MARVELLOUS"

A slow smile spread over Helga's powerful face. She rose, leaving Supergirl
lying limp and helpelss at her feet. Then she stepped back and surveyed the
helpless Girl of Steel. "So" she said. "You fancy these stupendous
unmatchable muscles do you?" She flexed her whole body, and each muscle
swelled and rippled. Supergirl's mouth fell open, and she gasped as she
caught her breath. "ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!! OR DO I HAVE TO SLAP YOU
AROUND A BIT MORE??"

Supergirl's face turned beet red when she realised what she had
spontaneously revealed of her innermost yearnings. But she had no resistance
left. The door which Catwoman had opened deep in her subconscious stood wide
open, and Supergirl could feel Helga's mighty form strolling through. "Yes,"
she whispered. "I want to do much more than surrender to you. I want to be
your muscle slave. I want to worship those huge slabs of gigantic muscle. I
want to offer myself to your muscles in abject submission. I want your
muscles to beat the crap out of me... to pulp me again and again."

"I can oblige, SuperSubmissive!" laughed Helga. She struck a double biceps
pose which was so incredible that Supergirl nearly passed out on the spot as
a tidal wave of intense sexuality buried her. The Maiden of Might twisted on
to her stomach, and grovelled before Helga's mighty legs. She gasped and
whimpered as she kissed Helga's feet and her rock-hard, diamond-hard calves,
writhing in ecstacy every time she felt their power. "OOooooohhhh HELGA" she
panted. "Pleeeeese take me... make me yours... let me worship your
muscles... make me submit to your mighty muscles in abject defeat... let me
worship your muscles... rule over me with total authority..." Helga laughed
again. She moved round Supergirl with the grace of a huge panther, striking
one magnificent muscle pose after another. Her gigantic biceps, her huge
triceps, her massive thighs and calves, her thick steel-cabled abs, her
breathtaking glutes and hams, her mighty back and her gargantuan shoulders
all rippled, bulged and flowed into poses and attitudes which displayed to
the full the huge might of her massive muscles. Supergirl screamed in
ecstacy, and came wildly at Helga's feet. Eventually she lay still, totally
spent.

Helga looked down at her. "Now Bimbo" she growled "I'm going to pound you to
a pancake. Not once but many times. Each blow will be more painful than the
last. You will have no defence against me. These muscles will blow away any
defence you try to raise. Your healing power will cure your body, but it
will never eradicate from your mind the memory of your helplessness, and of
the pain you suffered at my hands, and the knowledge that I'll always be
your total Master, able to inflict that pain upon you any time I want. The
very thought of me will have you trembling in your boots. The sight of me
will drop you at my knees in helpless terror."

Helga then proceeded to hand out the beating of a lifetime. Systematically
she broke almost every bone in Supergirl's body, taking care that each blow
would also inflict maximum pain. She pounded Supergirl to the point of
death. Then she let up, while Supergirl's was healed by her super healing
power. Then Helga repeated the process. After an hour of this punishment the
Girl of Steel was totally crushed. She lay crumpled on the floor, sobbing
crying pathetically, a rag doll in Helga's hands, screaming at the pain that
Helga's mighty physique was inflicting on her. In broken sobs she begged
abjectly for mercy. Over and over again she acknowledged Helga's total
superiority over her. She whimpered that Helga was her Master, besides whom
she, Supergirl, was wholly insignificant. She begged to be able to worship
Helga as her Goddess. She promised to kiss Helga's feet in obeisance and to
serve her in every way possible. Helga placed her foot on Supergirl's neck
and surveyed her handiwork with satisfaction. She pushed the Girl of Steel
with her foot, and watched her roll over on the floor at her feet. Then she
stood back and strolled round Supergirl's battered body at her leisure,
flexing her huge biceps in triumph and demonstrating to her helpless victim
her total submission to her muscles. Then Helga lifted Supergirl. She moved
her left arm to the back of Supergirl's neck, and shoved Supergirl's face
hard between her huge rock-firm breasts. Supergirl felt like a helpless
two-year old in Helga's hands. Helga pinned Supergirl to her chest, and
plastered Supergirl's whole body against hers, flexing her muscles up and
down against the front of Supergirl's body, until the steel muscles of her
huge six-pack abs were massaging Supergirl's sex. Supergirl's whole body
started to buck and thrash. "Ooooohhhh!! Omigod!!!Yesssssss!!
Yessssssssss!!" she screamed. "Pleeeeeese Helga. Don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck
me again and again. Fuck me to death. Yeeeeeesssssss!!! Make me your
helpless muscle-slave, compel me to obey your every command, and then fuck
me... fuck me until I scream for mercy... and then don't stop fucking me...
fuck me until I lie dead at your feet."

Helga laughed. "I can oblige with that too, Bimbo" she chuckled. She hoisted
Supergirl over her head, her left hand holding Supergirl by the throat, her
right hand between Supergirl's legs. She slid two fingers into Supergirl's
sex, while with her powerful thumb she beat a constant gentle massagingh
rhythm against Supergirl's clitoris. Supergirl screamed in ecstacy over and
over again. Her cumming grew more and more intense. She writhed and twisted
in Helga's hands. Eventually she was beyond screaming or even producing
words of any kind. She squealed and squeaked as she kept coming, always
under Helga's physical control. Eventually Helga lowered her supervictim.
She opened Supergirl's legs and thrust the point of one of her incredible
breasts into Supergirl's vaginal orifice. She flexed her pectoral muscle,
forcing the end of her rock-hard breast and her diamond hard nipple deep
into, and slowly out of Supergirl's sexual orifice, over and over again.
Supergirl's ecstasy rose well past any level which Helga had taken her to
before. She came again and again until she was too weak even to squeal, and
low groans were forced from her throat in rough gasps. Finally Helga lowered
Supergirl against her own huge clitoris. The massive muscles round her
groin, under her perfect control, tightened, expanded, and forced her
clitoris, like a powerful steel-hard mass, deep into Supergirl, fucking her
as she had never in her wildest dreams imagined being fucked before.
Supergirl's whole body bucked and humped wildly back and forth as if she had
been galvanised by all the electricity in the galaxy. Thin whimpers, were
wrested from the marrow of her being. Finally Helga forced Supergirl's mouth
against hers.Her muscles forced her clitoris even deeper into Supergirl's
sex, gigantic arms pinned Supergirl to her massive torso, and her mighty
tongue overwhelmed Supergirl's mouth, as she took complete and total
control, body, mind and soul, over the Girl of Steel. Supergirl's eyes
glazed, crossed, and rolled upwards into her head she crumbled into
unconsciousness in Helga's massive arms. Her whole will, her very being, now
belonged totally to the mighty Helga Hammerfist.

Helga looked up at a camera which hung from the ceiling. "Well Lex" she
said."Your call. The Girl of Steel is finished. I could easily kill her. I
could break her into small pieces. I could tear her limb from limb...
invulnerability or no invulnerability... Kryptonian powers or no Kryptonian
powers. Or I could fulfill her last wishes and REALLY fuck her to death.
What do you want me to do?"

"Lets start at the beginning. What is her present condition?"

Helga examined Supergirl's prone body. "She is deeply and profoundly
unconscious. She will remain so for fourteen days. When she revives she will
be utterly in my power - like wax before me, like putty in my hands. She
will have lost all her will. She will surrender herself to me completely.
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her orders, just so that she can obey them."

"Will she go so far as to kill at your command. Remember these Kryptonians
have some sort of code."

"I repeat, she will do whatever I order her to do, eagerly, gladly and
immediately."

"Then keep her alive. She will be useful to us in that condition. I will
call a convention of crime lords, to meet here three weeks from today."