The honking of geese (a notebook)

Just watched a video of it. Good fun. Not a perfect alignment, but some surprisingly relevant themes. Thanks for turning me on to that .

Mmm. Time to get off my backside and write!

Well, new story and new characters are always interesting to see.
What I really like in this bit is the very conflicting emotions it brings to the table: the opening lines of "how I met her" makes it sound like a sort of romantic memory, but the following reactions from the narrator are anything but. There's a very palpable aura of menace to the whole story that, strangely enough, is enhanced by how Tonje didn't seem to notice. The panther analogy is pretty interesting because it ties in to what I was thinking before: a character whose casual strength (although she doesn't seem to be superhuman yet) is apparent, but not unnnatural. This kind of deal skips past any kind of rational disbelief -- like seeing a cheerleader lifting a car -- and hits straight to the instincts: you look at her and you know that she means business.

The Highlander wrote: Interesting new story and I really like Mace. It's so refreshing to come across a character who is professional and secure in himself instead of being ruled by his ego.

Mace should continue to impress, hopefully. I do love me some competence porn . He has ego, but as you say, it's not the boss of him. As Tonje's direct boss and sometimes idol, he's got some weight to carry.

Thanks for the feedback!

Dun-nunt. Duuuu-nunt.

Hey,
Been swamped working on my Patreon page, but I have been tinkering with a bit of a rewrite for Best. Day. Ever. I'm looking to split it into two parts with some substantial changes and embellishment to the activities at the masquerade.

Until it's ready, here's a new scene with Sylvia scratching a very important itch.

I've been wildly occupied writing for my RPG Patreon, but I have been trying to set aside a little time for fun. I've been thinking more about illustrating some of my stories, particularly Best Day Ever. But Fiona's been on my mind too ...

TheRo wrote: Glad to hear that. Do you have a link to the patreon, or is it something totally unrelated?

My Patreon is for a tabletop RPG I'm designing/writing. The system supports several near-future and sci-fi settings I've created. I did release a small 'street-level superheroes' article for it recently (modeling the Defenders series on Netflix) so you can make superstrong bulletproof ubergirls (and they're even balanced to play alongside other 'normal' characters ). You'd see some of the same world-building and character development skills that go into my stories here but its more about creating a toolbox for roleplaying games .

www.patreon.com/AlabasterRPGS

So this is probably the version of B.D.E. I'll try to illustrate. It's a little more tightly scripted and strips out the notion of Sylvia being in flux, updating her wish mid-delivery. It also preserves a bit of the fictionite for later parts. Hot later parts if we're all lucky.

I ended up re-building Sylvia from scratch in Daz over the weekend (new tools, new skills ). I'm not ready to start full scenes quite yet, but she showed up for the lighting test and seemed rather pleased with herself.

jnw550 wrote: Wow. That was amazing. Thank you for sharing.

Thank you, thank you. I've kept at it with the editing and refinement. It's cleaned up nicely over the last few days

Agent00Soul wrote: Great work with the story and DAZ images!

Thanks! I'm hoping to do some images that directly align with the terrible trio's adventures soonish.

So... does anyone have a favorite part?

Thank you for the support . Sadly, my paying gig demands the bulk of my creative energies at the moment, so even though I have the occasional flight of ubergirl fancy, I'm usually too listless to do much with it.

I'm also a bit torn between pursuing new tales or finishing off/polishing older work.

I do want to get back to 'Side Effects May Include...', particularly as I figured out a fun solution to a timing problem in the back-and-forth nature of the scenes. Since the ending is already written, I also need to figure out if I'm slow to return to the project because I'm actually rushing the middle. I suppose no one will mind if its a few chapters longer than I initially intended.

In the interim, I have been working on polishing Best. Day. Ever. a little more. As fun as sprawling transformation sequences can be, it still needs to be trimmed down. I've also been working in changes based on Sylvia wearing a Galatea costume rather than a Power Girl one. Mostly because it looks better in renders and it gives her post-ascension personality a little more bite.

Meanwhile, a little blast form the past: a render inspired by 'How the Little Tub Met Its Fate'.
((Energize! shower gel created by Monty))

I'm probably stuck in a rut, but Sylvia's a pretty nice girl to rut with . I had some very specific turns of phrase that were haunting me for days. I also spent about 14 hours just trimming down and polishing the text. Hopefully, the muse will declare it 'good enough' and start to whisper of other tales. But for now, it's what I've got. No worries if you want to let it rest after reading the last version. There's some explanation about fictionite that got moved forward quite a bit, but if you're just looking for new content skip to after the bus ride home. Sylvia will have some new surprises waiting for you.

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A work of erotic fiction (NSFW). Any resemblance to anything or anyone in the real world is far too much to hope for. For topical use only. Cease use immediately if a rash develops. Big dreams enrich us all.

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The thug on the right pulled a knife. The blade wasn’t especially big, but in the shadowy confines of the alley behind the diner, it was terrifying. Even scarier with him looming over them. “Ok girls, hand over your cash and phones.”

“Plus anything good you’ve got in that satchel, Miss,” the second added, coolly scanning their outfits and belongings. For muggers, they were almost polite. Professional thugs, not just street ruffians.

Bree just smiled. Grinned, really.

Sophie started digging worriedly in her purse, the earlier conversation they’d been having inside the diner forgotten in her panic. Bree told her she’d found… something… in the basement of the Royal Museum and it had changed everything. Bree claimed to have superpowers now. A silly prank, Sophie had decided as Bree twisted first a spoon and then a fork around her fingers like they were taffy. Bree had to be putting her on, gag rubber silverware or something. Nobody really had superpowers, except in the movies.

One of the men growled and she shuddered, digging faster.

Bree, on the other hand, was giddy at the prospect of meeting someone she could rough up in good conscience. The sandy-haired pixie’s heels lifted and her shoulders hunched as she dropped into an exaggerated boxer’s crouch. “Ya’ done messed with the wrong girl now, arseholes. Here comes the lightning …” She threw a pair of respectably fast jabs with her right hand. “And the thunder!” She mimed an uppercut. Naturally, since she’d never actually boxed a day in her life it all looked rather silly.

One of the men raised his eyebrow. “Really?” He twirled his knife with cool proficiency as if he might only mean to clean his nails with it instead of tearing the girls open.

Sophie, still scared out of her wits whispered far too loudly, “I thought the saying was ‘bring the thunder’. Then you say you’ve got the lightning...” Then Sophie grimaced at herself. ‘The things that go through your head when you think you’re about to die…’

Bree stood up slightly and turned to her friend, confused. “What? No … Lightning always comes first. That’s what makes the thunder. …Doesn’t it?”

“I think you hear the thunder first—”

“Either way, ladies,” The second thug interrupted, eager to move things along to the part where he took their money. “Any time a guy’s dumb enough to actually say that crap in the movies, he’s about to get his ass kicked.” He started to move closer, knife held low now. Not for cleaning his nails then.

“Well, this—” Bree stepped closer to the alley wall and threw a hard straight punch at the bricks … Which exploded in a shower of dull red gravel and dust. “Ain’t the movies.” She turned back to face them and in the process her hip grazed the side of a trash dumpster. Metal squealed and Bree, trying to cover her clumsiness, leaned into it on purpose now. When she finally stepped away it looked like the bin lorry had misjudged the distance and crushed it against the building.

The two thugs were a matched set: jaws hanging agape. One dropped his knife and stepped back without even knowing it - the smart one, clearly.

Sophie’s eyes went just as wide. Holy shit, Bree really did have superpowers!

“Look, boys …” Bree reached into the crater she’d made in the wall and pulled a mostly intact brick out. She held it in her open palm level with her eyes so they could see it. “I’m having a really nice day.” She clenched her hand into a fist and the brick simply vanished into a cloud of grainy dust with a kind of sad ‘pop’. The spray of grit made her want to blink, but it would’ve totally blown the moment if she did. “So why don’t you just move along … and nobody will have to get obliterated.”

Oh yeah! That piece of weird white metal she’d found had done a number on her and she was loving it! So. Fucking. Sexy. She didn’t know if she was bulletproof, but she thought she had to be at least knife-proof. She could pick these two up by the scruff of the neck like kittens and there wouldn’t be a damn thing they could do about it.

“Sound fair?” She grinned at them. Quite wickedly, she thought.

The smart mugger nodded. The other one just stared at her hand, streaked with red like dried blood. He wasn’t sure what ‘obliterated’ was, but it sounded bad. The nodder grabbed wide-eyes' shoulder, dragging him off with awkward haste.

“And get a haircut!” Sophie shouted from behind Bree’s shoulder as they vanished back into the warren of access lanes behind the row of storefronts. She turned to Bree “That … was … AWESOME! Pick me up. You can do that, right?!”

Bree rolled her eyes. She’d already told Sophie the first thing she’d done after getting zapped was push her way out from under tons of toppled racks of old museum bric-a-brac. Sophie wouldn’t feel any heavier than one of the Cadbury Crunchie bars Sophie always carried around in her purse.

“Fine, fine.” She held out her cupped hand at knee level, inviting Sophie to step into the stirrup of her palm. “Put your hands on the walls for balance if you need to. I still don’t know why it didn’t do anything for you…” Or why it had only worked once for her, she silently added. “I’m just glad it happened when it did. Otherwise, I’d be a pancake, squashed flat under all that old junk the Royal Museum’s throwing out.”

Sophie chuckled, maybe a little jealous now at her inability to get a response from the odd metallic lump while they’d sat in the diner. “I know, right?”

Maybe their nerdette roomie Sylvia would have a better idea than holding it in your hands and saying ‘Work, dammit!’ The American girl they shared a flat with was good with puzzles. A little weird and embarrassingly boy-crazy, but smart too. It was a good thing her grades were so good or she’d probably have been expelled after the ‘swim-team incident’. She’d been caught stalking the whole team. Sophie couldn’t fault her tastes: those boys were deliciously hunky. And completely out-of-league for any of the trio. Bree, Sophie, and Sylvia were all just... ordinary.

At least they had been until today. But things were looking up.

Sitting in the diner, Sophie had gazed at the unresponsive metal wondering ‘what if?’ What if Bree’s crazy story was true? She’d scoffed before: plainly nothing was happening to her when she held the nugget and made a wish. But after seeing Bree crush that brick effortlessly, she was a believer! Bree was like … like super-hero strong! But maybe the little rock’s magic had all been used up on Bree?

Either way, the idea of one of her roommates having superpowers was getting Sophie very turned on. She began to discretely run her hands over her brave defender’s arms, trying to feel the incredible power they contained. Sophia was quite openly 'bi', even if neither of her roomies were. Usually, she only teased them, but now she was looking at Bree with real desire.

As if Bree were reading her mind, she crooned “You know who else is gonna swoon when they see how strong I am? Syl' totally gets off on this stuff!” Everything the two of them knew about comic book heroes was from Sylvia chattering away or dragging them off to the cinema. Bree bent over and held out her hand, inviting Sophie to step into it. “Ready? Allez up!”

Sophie’s head rose like she was on a lift, balancing on one foot. Bree knew she could have raised her overhead much faster. Enough to toss her friend onto the roof with a single heave. Or higher … Bree felt so incredibly strong she supposed she could have just as easily flung Sophie tens of thousands of feet up into the path of an oncoming jet-liner or something. In her moment of need, she’d wished she was strong enough to escape her predicament, but the nugget had made her dozens of times stronger than had been required. Maybe hundreds of times stronger. Multiplying her one desperate wish until she had real, live superpowers now! Even if she just did construction work or something, she was set for life.

Bree figured holding the larger girl over her head was about as difficult as carrying a dandelion: the challenge wasn’t the weight but being delicate enough not to shake the fluff off. Bree shivered just thinking about it. She! Was! So! Powerful! She was playing it cool, but inside she was astonished how light Sophie— no, how light everything felt to her after her accident. When the racks went over, nearly crushing her she’d wanted – needed – to be stronger. Somehow she was certain it was the little chunk of metal that had given her strength beyond belief. Her desperate desire to survive dialed up to eleven… or eleven-hundred, maybe. Now she was— she was like Superman strong! He was supposed to be the strong one in the comics, right? Or was that the green monster-guy? She couldn't remember. Either way, it was hawt.

Once Sophie got her balance, Bree obligingly trotted around the maze of alleyways just off the street with Sophie held aloft in one hand. For her part, Sophie giggled like a child. With one foot in the stirrup of Bree’s hand, she lifted her other leg back and leaned forward spreading her arms like she was an airplane. Despite being a bit on the rotund side, Sophie had a dancer’s balance. She was downright swan-like compared to Bree, who blundered into something or tripped over her own feet at least three times a day. Sophie made ‘woosh’ and ‘zoom’ noises like an old-time RAF Spitfire as they turned each corner or circled back after reaching a dead end.

After a couple of minutes playing, Sophie signaled to put her down. Bree whipped her hand out from under Sophie’s foot and then caught her under the armpits as the larger, heavier girl squealed in surprise. Sophie laughed long and hard while Bree pulled the presumed source of her new powers out of her fanny pack.

Bree carefully unwrapped the old newspaper she’d cushioned the nugget in, needing to gaze at it again. No way were a couple of thugs ever gonna get their hands on this treasure! It glinted oddly in the half-light of the alleyway. An oil-slick rainbow lurked under the rough surface.

Finally, she announced, “Ok, we’ve gotta show Sylvia this thing. Maybe she can figure it out.” It certainly seemed like something right out of the comic book movies that were so popular now. Those were full of magic rocks, Right? ‘Infinity Gems’ or something?

Sophie gestured she wanted to look at it again and Bree passed the precious metal over. Still giddy from her plane-ride she chirped, “You are so strong! Lifting me one-handed, and I’m not exactly svelte…” the chunky college student admitted with a sigh as she turned the nugget over in her hands and watching how it sparkled.

Bree snorted. Sophie probably could have weighed as much as seventeen bull elephants and it wouldn’t have made a difference.

“I mean it’s great that you got mega-strong just when you really needed it.” She went on wistfully, “But honestly? I just want to lose a few pounds...” In her head, she saw the pounds sliding off her, finally one of the slender girls, the popular girls. No! She wanted more than that. She wanted to be pretty. A real boy magnet. In her imagination, the post-wish Sophie looked something like Taylor Swift's super-hot younger sister. Only with her own red hair, ‘cause her hair was actually pretty great. The rest though? Swap it all out for world-class beauty. She could envision it all so clearly…

The nugget thrummed in her hand. It wasn't triggered by words - rocks aren't known for their language skills. Instead, it took detailed visualization to set the process in motion and once activated, fictionite ripped and spindled the laws of physics like a kitten with a ball of yarn trying to make that vision a reality. But the meta-substance was still subject to rules of its own: The Law of Unintended Consequences grew razor-sharp teeth when Reality disagreed with wish-born inconsistencies. Worse, there were no take-backs, time and space being annealed against further tampering in the process. You could never say "I wish I hadn't wished that!". Like Bree, Sophie was on a one-way trip.

Sophie felt a sort of cozy warmth spreading through her body and saw Bree’s eyes getting wider and wider looking up at her. ‘Yeah, right.’ She thought to herself. Who was she kidding? Even if Bree had gotten powers somehow, it wasn’t like ‘wishes’ were real. She dieted and worked out, but she just didn’t have the genes. She was never going to have that hourglass figure and elfin jawline. Or the willpower to say ‘no’ to chocolate chip cookies. Or cake. Or candy bars.

What Sophie couldn't understand was how Bree kept looking her in the eye even as her head tipped back farther, tracking her head as it rose, her lengthening legs taking on the most sinuous lines.

“What? Did I get snagged on something and now my butt’s hanging out?” She turned to look back at her butt. Still obnoxiously big. …But kind of cuter than she expected. Maybe even perky.

Unsettled by Bree’s stare she muttered, “Stop with the googly eyes already…” Sophie shimmied her whole body self-consciously. Coupled with her new curves, the effect was mesmerizing.

Bree flopped back, making a bench out of a stack of loose wooden palettes while still looking up at Sophie with voiceless awe.

“Ok, Bree. Now you’re freaking me out.” Sophie pleaded, even her voice taking on a more musical lilt.

Bree worked her mouth a few times like a big fish out of the water, then finally “Look at YOU!!”

One side of Sophie’s now almost painfully gorgeous face quirked up in a huge ‘huh?’ expression. ‘The hell was Bree on about? She spied a parked delivery truck just down the alley and went to look in the big side mirror.

Bree saw her friend (now as sleek and refined as one of the elf-maidens from the Lord of the Rings movies) taking those dozen steps with a casually sexy stride. It wasn’t walking – no, with that sexy strut and those long, long legs you had to say Sophie ‘sashayed’ over to the truck. Then she heard Sophie squeal, “OH YEESSSS!!” The words trailed off into a scream of absolute delight. She'd had sort of a vague notion of being pretty, but what was looking back at her was heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

Bree found her way back to her feet, still a little dazed by Sophie’s metamorphosis. Seeing Sophie’s body shimmer and flow like water until she became a super-starlet was totally unexpected. As far as she could tell, her own looks had barely changed at all when the nugget did its thing to her.

She softly laid a hand over her roomie’s still shrieking mouth. She also gently plucked the nugget out of Sophie’s slack hands before she dropped it down a sewer drain or something. If they lost it before showing it to Sylvia … That would be a rotten, unfair end to the best day ever.

As the breathtakingly beautiful redhead stilled in her grip, Bree said with a smirk “Well… I’d say it worked. Finally.” Bree momentarily considered being jealous, but her heart wasn’t in it. Even if the nugget hadn’t turned her into some kind of Ginger Venus, she’d gotten a great deal. She’d imagined being stronger and had gotten absurdly stronger. Like she'd been hit with the same wish multiple times until the original intent was completely overshadowed by the results. The nugget was TOO powerful, it seemed.

Sophie nodded, dumbfounded. Bree slowly took her hand away from the now much taller girl’s mouth, not certain Sophie had screamed herself out yet. With that face, that body, she was probably entitled to a few more hours of keening in shocked delight.

Sophie twirled slowly, examining her slender-yet-aggressively-curvaceous body from all angles. “I’m. So. Pretty!!” Everything she’d imagined only ten times better. It wasn’t just what she’d wished for - it was massive overkill. Like the genie has decided instead of three wishes, she'd get the same wish three times in a row. "You want to be far more beautiful? Granted. Granted again. Granted some more!" Men would fucking melt when she came into a room.

“I guess you have to know what you really want…?” Sophie breathed, still unable to take her eyes off the face in the mirror. It was like a dream. She was SOOO SEXY. Her school clothes were six kinds of the wrong size now… Baggy everywhere except her bustline and butt. But that just added to her appeal, like a girl dressing up in her boyfriend’s shirts, able to wreck every one of his buttons just by stretching her arms back.

Bree chuckled. “Well if you only get one wish, that’s a good one. You just wanted to ‘lose some weight’, right?”

Sophie blushed at how shallow it sounded when she said it out loud. The rush of pink across her innocent face was adorable. Bree felt her knees going weak again. She might be super strong, but Sophie had become super-duper cute. Then Sophie flashed her a killer grin, her confidence in her new reality growing.

Bree started to wrap the nugget up. She wasn’t even sure what the stuff was. The little yellowed-paper sample tag in the box had only said “Fictionite ~ .98 pure” in a kind of elegant handwritten script you never saw any more. “Fictionite…” she breathed. She’d tried to Google it while waiting for Sophie at the diner but hadn’t found anything that seemed to match what she already knew.

Sophie’s perfect brow wrinkled in concentration. “If you still want to show Sylvia your rock, I think we’d better hurry. She’s going to a party or something tonight. Either we catch her before she leaves the flat or we’re waiting until tomorrow. You think you could use the thing to, um, get ‘run faster’ powers? You know, like the red guy?”

“Superspeed” Bree corrected, just about exhausting her own stock of geek lore. “I don’t think that’s how it works… but I suppose I can try.” Almost as soon as she’d put the stacks right in the museum basement she’d tried to use the nugget again but nothing. Nada. Zip.

She clasped the nugget directly in her fingers and suddenly realized how ridiculous Sophie must have felt sitting in the diner trying to make this work on nothing but Bree’s say so. Winding a fork around her finger hadn’t been a really convincing display of strength but it had been all she’d been able to come up with that wouldn’t send the rest of the patrons screaming for the door.

The two times it had worked, neither of them had said anything, they’d just wanted it. So she tried wanting superspeed … ‘Faster. Faster. I want to be faster …’ she thought hard as she could.

Nothing happened.

She squinched her eyes shut and focused.

Nothing happened some more.

“I got nuttin’” Bree declared. There was this feeling, a flicker of warmth when it was working. Stuck in the crushing darkness of the overturned shelves, she’d felt it: strange energies crawling up her fingers and flowing into her muscles. If she hadn’t been so terrified she might even have enjoyed it. It was intensely sensual, feeling your body become something… more.

She hadn’t even seen the nugget at first. When the old exhibit racks went over on her, she’d been pushed down into a little cranny. Her hand had been coincidentally crammed into the old wooden box the nugget had been tucked away in. Geological samples from who the hell knew where. Records could be sketchy on the old pre-digital properties. She’d panicked - wanting nothing more than to be out from under the pile! Seeing herself heave and lever the fallen shelves until she clawed her way out of the heap. The warmth had flowed into her and she’d gotten stronger and stronger (and STRONGER!!) until she didn’t just push the heap off herself, she’d exploded out of the tumble of samples, boxes, and creepy taxidermy animals. She’d shrugged off tons of dusty displays like shedding a ratty old coat.

“Let me try again?” Sophie asked permission, still thinking of the nugget as very much Bree’s.

“Sure!” She passed it over without hesitation.

Sophie had a super cute ‘I’m concentrating’ look again. Bree was still shocked by how great she looked. To her, her ginger roomie looked something like Scarlett Johansson’s hotter younger sister. You hear beautiful people being described as ‘striking’, but gazing at Sophie was like being hit on the head with a brick.

More nothing happened.

“Maybe it’s out of juice?” Sophie wondered.

“I still think maybe it only gives you one wish.” Bree countered.

“Hmm.” Sophie looked thoughtfully adorable or maybe adorably thoughtful. “If so, we’d better warn Sylvia before she has her turn. Tell her to ‘choose wisely’ before she touches it. Maybe she can wish for super speed!” Sophie grinned, quickly getting into the spirit of the best day ever now that she’d been blessed too.

“I dunno. The swim team won’t stand a chance against the Sylvie Streak…” They laughed. As school scandals went, their roommate’s shyly obsessive stalking had been pretty funny.

Bree still wondered. ‘What would Sylvia wish for?’ Then Bree smirked. How about the ability to see through walls… and pants.

“Well, we’d better hurry.” Sophie reminded her, seeing Bree deep in recollection. They’d lost valuable time getting nothing to happen.

“Yep, yep!” Bree agreed and the pair ran at quite ordinary speeds for the bus stop. Having used up more than a day’s worth of luck already, they just missed the big red bus.

...But one look in the mirror at the supermodel waving to him from the last stop and the driver backed up most of a block to let them board. Then waved them on without taking their fare. Sophie's new superpower was surprisingly practical.

Covert and not so subtle stares followed them all the way home. Dozens of pairs of eyes locked on Sophie: the hands-down hottest girl any of the other passengers had ever seen. Bree didn’t mind being functionally invisible next to her. It was all so crazy. She’d handled those thugs earlier like shooing away flies. By the end of the week, Sophie would probably be the highest-paid supermodel in the world - emphasis on the super! Bree wondered again what kind of crazy Sylvia would wish for.


This stupid costume was driving her crazy. The white boots, white gloves, and golden belt had all come together beautifully. All very doable. It was the leotard – the centerpiece of the whole creation – that was killing her. If she ever did get it seated right she’d have to try not to breathe the whole ride over to the gala.

She’d tailored every seam and panel of the shimmering white garment until it was perfect; the trim around daring keyhole “boob window” was double reinforced so there would be no wardrobe malfunctions… But the sheer volume of padding she needed to create that magnificent bustline… One errant breath and you’d go from artfully framed cleavage to being revealed as a cheap bodice-stuffer. The tight ‘alien’ fabric had a chainmail pattern printed on it in silicone, the same material used for all the Krypton-costumes in the DC movies. Just feeling it wrapping around her body was enough to set her fantasizing about being an unstoppable powerhouse.

Of course, any true Power Girl geek would know that her pairing the iconic bodysuit with short white gloves and white ankle boots made it a Galatea costume - the EVIL version of Power Girl. Or at least the wildly carefree one in Sylvia's head-canon. There would be none of that “great power, great responsibility blah, blah blah” for this Kryptonian ultra babe!

Sylvia gazed into her mirror again, seeing in it a creature so irresistibly sexy her whole school swim team would lie awake every night, wishing they hadn’t rejected her advances months ago. It was their loss… in her comic book's story, Power Sylvie was the one who had turned her nose up at them... since even the most delicious swim-hunks were utterly feeble compared to her Kryptonian hardbody! 'Power Sylvia' was a regular part of her fantasy life. Herself, only so much better: super powerful, super sexy, and super playful! And maybe just a little more mischievous, since Power Sylvie always got her way. Including getting laid any time she wanted to (and really, when didn't she want to get laid?).

Sylvia was caught up an old, well-worn fantasy now, imagining her super-curvacious shadow flying over the guys’ dorms night after night, prying open a window sash at random with the flick of a single incredibly powerful finger. The lucky guy inside not realizing he was about to become her fucktoy. Still stories above the ground, Power Sylvia slipped silently inside so her awesomely rounded silhouette was backlit in the half-light of the streetlights far below. They’d wake to discover her naked, hanging weightlessly over them, the needy tips of her gravity-defying breasts just tickling their chests. “Hi. We’re gonna fuck now.” She’d announce matter-of-factly in her American accent before they became twisted into a single grunting mass. Listening to her new playmate’s gasps as she slid them into her hungry pussy, her juices hot and slippery. She’d ride them pressed against the walls, then they'd make out on the ceiling. Power Sylvia easily dominated their bodies and their egos completely with the tireless humping of her wide hips and her infinite stamina. They were so proud at first, foolishly imagining they were 'man enough' to master this mystery woman. As if any man could ever hope to be her 'better'!

Instead, she kept pumping, laughing playfully at them as they reached their limits and begged her to stop, hoping to catch their breath and promising they had one more good fuck in them if she’d only give them a minute. But the super-sexy Kryptonian never even paused, her sweet kisses and hot breath in their ear. She fluttered her inner muscles, forcing them to stay harder for her than a viagra overdose as she fucked their bodies for unceasing hours in ways only a supergirl could, riding their mere-mortal flesh down into the sweet surrender of total exhaustion.

Even the biggest, toughest men would be lighter than feathers and more fragile than spun glass to her. She was tens of thousands of times stronger than them, her passionate animal sex doing double duty as a demonstration of her flawless control over herself and over them. Jocks and virgins, timid and bold, a whole parade of delicious boys consumed by her invulnerable pussy, each so enchanted by her they were unable to even want to resist her. And as they rocked together all their machismo was worn down to dust by Power Sylvia’s ceaseless grinding. Grinding...
 
She shivered, her gaze again focusing on what was actually in the mirror. Her cosplay was perfect - it was her mortal body that betrayed her. She'd have to redo the padding from scratch. Maybe glue the foam lifts in this time! Nothing human could ever live up to the measurements she was trying to portray. Jessica Rabbit would be hard-pressed to deliver that curvaceous silhouette. But, come hell or high water, Sylvia Shannon WAS going to be cosplaying the most powerful rack in comics tonight. Flaunting her improbably figure right in a couple of her rivals’ faces. Gina had actually called her stitching rubbish. Gina of all people! ‘That sow couldn’t sew if her life depended on it,’ Sylvia groused for maybe the umpteenth time.

Sylvia heard a key slide into the front door even as she was peeling out the failed foam padding. Which was a little strange: her roomie-landlord Bree should still be at her museum internship on a Friday afternoon and Sophie almost never cut classes. The two British girls were just so serious. She shrugged and then cursed, the leotard slipping again. Dammit! More spirit gum! This would be so much easier if she had the body for it. Again she visualized having all the curves… and all the superpowers too!

She lifted her arms in a couple of different double bicep curls and pushed her shoulders back, envisioning two battleship class cannons jutting out from her chest. Glorious superhuman boobies, the stuff of horny teenage fantasies. In her mind’s eye, she has breasts even bigger than the costume had been tailored for! Milky cantaloupes of soft, sensitive flesh. “This costume definitely looks like a job for Power Sylvia!” she whispered to the mirror.

The empty cups still slumped over her chest like deflated volleyballs.

Yeah. She knew she was far from being a galactic ultra babe, but that’s what made cosplay fun: being what you wanted to be and forgetting who you were for a little while. It let her impose her imagination on a reality that needed a swift kick in the ass.

The bolt turned and the front door creaked open. “Who’s there?” Sylvia called out from her room, her own door half open. Originally from California, her accent was a source of unending amusement for the other two. She sounded like she’d just stepped off the set of an American TV show.

“We both are.” Sophie’s voice announced cheerfully. She sounded… different? There was something odd (and surprisingly sexy) in her lilt. Hearing it made Sylvia horny. Hornier, technically. Horny was kind of her natural state.

“We’ve got something to show you…” The normally quite serious Bree sounded uncharacteristically giddy. Oh no… Had her flatmates brought home a puppy or something? Sylvia stood up, still glowering at her flat chest in her mirror, the massive not-really-part-of the-alphabet cup shapes she’d worked into the bodice hanging limp and lifeless over her own meager curves. She had another hour before she had to leave. Enough time to carve and trim out a new pair of cantaloupe-sized spheres from her stock of heavy, supple foam. She was shaving it close, though. Pun unintended.

In the shared living room, Bree and Sophie were only half-successfully suppressing their giggles. Sylvia was going to totally geek out when they showed her how amazing they’d become. Bree was eyeing the couch as something she could lift overhead to make Sylvia’s eyes bug out. Much more impressive than bending silverware. Super strength and super beauty. Their resident nerdette was going to be hard-pressed to catch up. Ever since Sophie had mentioned the Flash, she'd been hoping she could talk Sylvia into wishing for super-speed.

The plan drawn up in hushed whispers on the bus ride home was to show off a little after revealing the source of their good fortune. Then they'd lay out what Bree'd guessed about the nugget's powers: that it seemed like you only got one shot so make it count!

Slipping into the living room, Bree half-unwrapped the pearly mass. It was the essential prop for the crazy story they were about to tell, the focus of all their hopes. “Come on out,” Bree called. They could hear Sylvia rustling in her room. Bree strode forward to meet her halfway.

Even with superstrength, Bree was a klutz. She stepped awkwardly on a treacherous hand-weight left in the middle of the walkway. She stumbled, almost twisting her ankle, and the nugget flew out of her hands. It hit the slick hardwood floor with a clatter and slid almost directly in front of Sylvia’s half-open door. Bree paused to turn her wrath on the offending exercise equipment. ‘Screw picking up the sofa!' she seethed. "How about I tie this stupid thing into a knot instead!" she growled.

Attracted by the scraping-sliding sound of the fictionite, Sylvia came to the threshold of her room. Her pale hair and slim shoulders swung into view as she knelt down beside the errant knick-knack. Then she caught a glimpse of the third girl in the flat. The statuesque redhead was so gratuitously beautiful she was all but unrecognizable as Sophia. Sylvia unconsciously bit her lip looking at the staggeringly gorgeous young woman. Sophie’s wish-perfected face and body were a master’s course in how ultra-sexy bombshell was done. She was so striking that the image of the ideal alien super-hottie still fresh in Sylvia’s brain shamelessly plagiarized the highlights. Because obviously, Power Sylvia was supposed to be hotter than even the hottest of Earth-girls. So Power Sylvie had to be quickly revised to outclass even this delicious vision in her living room... To be much better! Obviously...

As Bree squished and mangled the stupid hand weight that had attacked her, the other girl waved timidly to Sylvia. It looked like Sylvia had a white one-piece swimsuit on. Except it had sleeves. Maybe it was one of her cosplay outfits? ‘Was the event she was going to tonight a costume party?’ Sophia wondered.

“What’s this?” the skinny cosplayer asked, leaning forward, her hand reaching out. It sparkled against the wooden floor. “It's pretty…” she murmured, half mesmerized by the rippling rainbows under its surface...

Bree looked up from the iron pretzel she was making, eyes going wide. “No. Wait! Don’t touch it!” If she only got one wish Bree didn’t want it to be something boring…

Sylvia’s fingers closed in on the glinting metal. She was only half-listening to Bree's puzzling outburst. What was the big deal?

‘No! She could be thinking of anything!’ Bree thought in a panic. ‘What if she wishes for something silly? Like a taco?’ Her geeky roommate would probably end up buried in tacos. Or maybe just one furniture-sized taco would appear? Suddenly Bree burst into laughter, imagining tacos filling the flat!

Bending over caused Sylvia’s ultra-buxom leotard to flop and drag again. She heard Bree laughing and growled. She knew she looked silly without the pads in but damn, that was just mean.

Scooping up Bree’s trinket, she swore under her breath, “I wish I had the body this outfit deserves.” As the costumed co-ed’s hand closed around the lump of fictionite, she imagined having all the abilities any child of Krypton gained under Earth's yellow sun. Plus she'd have all the curves of a sexual juggernaut, finally able to get laid whenever she wanted (and who always wanted to get laid!). Still stinging from Bree's laughter, Sylvia imagined her costume bursting apart, unable to contain her body as she swelled into a PORNOGRAPHIC KRYPTONIAN BOMBSHELL!

There should have been a flash of light. A peal of thunder. Maybe the sound of a huge tree trunk splintering in a hurricane. Something dramatic because...

Sylvia had just broken the world.

The pearly-white metal began gently warming up in her hand. She'd crafted a completely visual 'origin story'. Exactly the kind of instructions the fictionite could parse - and deliver. Without judgment or rational limits, the fictionite energies began to flood into the young woman's unsuspecting body. Unseen pulses of probability nested in each of her cells, a growing charge that would eventually find the one-time-in-infinity chance that every intricate detail of the coed’s sexual fantasy would really happen: that a slender horny cosplayer might just explosively outgrow her costume because her body just happened to abruptly acquire all of the classic Kryptonian superpowers as she totally coincidentally suddenly filled out with curves that would make even Power Girl jealous. So unlikely... but not quite impossible.

While Bree mastered the last of her giggles, Sophie vaguely recognized the white costume Sylvia was wearing. ‘Wasn't that supposed to be Superman’s sister or something?’ No… Supergirl dressed in the same blue and red as he did. Sophie thought she recalled another super-something character with a white outfit. Judging from the huge cups on her outfit, one who was rather more… buxom… "Oh yeah!" she whispered, suddenly hoping Sylvia was going to pull some comic-book variation of her own beautifying-wish and this time she'd get to watch!

Sylvia stood back up, now fully visible in her gorgeous but ill-fitting Power Girl leotard. Her flash of irritation past, she looked curiously at the still chuckling Bree, wondering again why she was home early. Cupped in Sylvia’s hand, the fictionite went from merely warm to as hot as a rock in the desert sun. Reality was not pleased with Sylvia's wish and was putting up a hell of a fight. A smaller nugget would have dissolved into nothingness or exploded before dragging 'Power Sylvia' up out of the purely imaginary and into the irrefutably Real. But this chunk was positively enormous and Sylvia's body continued to soak up its energies.

Wreckage from a 14th-dimensional spaceship? Tears of an eldritch god? No one knew the origins of fictionite. It was rare beyond price and even more rarely recognized before the metal consumed itself reshaping time and space. The substance reacted to pure imagination, translating daydreams and idle fancies into tangible fact. Often mistaken for ordinary silver, the metal had been alloyed into ‘genie’ lamps and mixed into common coins pitched into wishing wells for thousands of years. It was the grain of truth behind countless tales. The purer the fictionite, the more exaggerated the results - and the more dangerous. Legends spawned by the substance spoke of wishes taken to extremes; dreams turning into nightmares. Even the most innocent desires held the potential to mutate into a dreadful fictionite-inflicted curse. The purest flakes of the metal had been responsible for endless variations on the ‘Tale of the Monkey’s Paw’. A whole string of cautionary tales with a single moral:

"Be careful what you wish for..."

“Hey, Bree. Who’s your new friend? I thought I heard Sophie come in too- Hhhhhuuuh?” Sylvia’s line of questioning abruptly ended as her head snapped to the left then the right, her chin brushing one shoulder then the other. A wave of indescribably sensuous warmth washed over her. Her skin suddenly felt alien ...but so alive! She bit her lower lip to stifle the short, sharp grunts of pleasure building inside her as her nipples began fiercely tingling.

“Ohhh… Something's happening to me,” Sylvia declared, “There's a pressure… in my chest...”

"Told ya she'd get it to work," Sophia drawled, leering at her roommate in frank expectation of the coming show.

The young woman shivered from head to toe. Sylvia felt like she was about to explode and not necessarily in a good way. “It hurts…” The forces building inside her torso made her afraid she was about to pull an ‘Alien chestburster’ scene right there in the living room.

The fictionite was practically sizzling now. A scalding warmth that went ignored as a far greater heat bloomed inside Sylvia’s breasts. Eyes closed, her chin lifted towards the ceiling as she rose up on tippy-toe. She felt like she was on the verge of having a total-body orgasm that would make her top 10 previous climaxes seem about as exciting as a stack of scratchy gray wool sweaters. The kind that had a 'no returns' policy because they were Just. Too. Dull.

Bree looked on in horror, dropping the dumbbell she'd been tying into knots. What had she done!? Was her nugget going to kill Sylvie? What could her roomie have been thinking when she picked it up?

Sylvia’s right hand went back to touch her soft hair, her whole body unconsciously assuming a classic pin-up pose that made Bree and Sophie’s breath catch in their chests. Something about their slender roommate was subtly different: Was her head rising higher? Her legs lengthening? Was that her muscles tightening as her figure became more noticeable? They sensed more than saw the first portents that whatever their roommate's wish was, it had been granted.

“OH! I... I’m gonna POP!” Sylvie was nearly crying now. She shut her eyes and bit her lip. She was quivering from the unpredictable side effects of mixing different (and one wholly imaginary!) species. She went completely up on the points of her toes like a ballerina now, arching her back as her fists swung down behind her. Every muscle in her body clenched, trying to force the whatever-it-was it out of her rib cage! She looked like she was about to launch, rocketing through the ceiling flat chest first.

Bree and Sophie’s eyes went wide in complete astonishment: instead of ‘popping’, their roommate’s slender bosom abruptly ballooned to the size of prize-winning cabbages. Even tailored to contain triple-G-cup foam falsies, her garment was overwhelmed by the flood. It was an eruption of creamy girlflesh as Sylvia’s measurements soared through the alphabet of cup sizes from barely a B to an O... as in OMG!! Sylvia's astonishingly rounded boobs filled and then overfilled the white outfit, adding at least twenty inches to her bustline in a single glorious outburst.

Across the room, Sophie whimpered. Sylvia’s ‘popping’ was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Even hotter than if it had happened to her. Her roommates wish had filled her outrageously buxom outfit to perfection. Sophie's hand unconsciously drifted up to her bust, confirming that even after having been substantially enhanced her heft was now vastly inferior compared to Sylvia's shapely masses. Sylvia hadn't just caught up. She'd blown right past her!

“OOHHH! So much better.” Sylvia grunted in relief, the worst of the pressure inside her gone now. Before she could even open her eyes she lost her balance and fell over backward. She winced at the sound of her skull cracking against the wall even though she felt no pain at the impact. Landing ass first with a thump, Sylvia's bare legs were spread before her inadvertently giving her roomies quite a view of the inner flanks of her white-clad crotch from across the living room.

Sylvia looked down the length of her own body, trying to get her bearings. The other two women in the flat were neatly framed by her splayed knees – and the truly mountainous cleavage filling the keyhole in her leotard. She peered at Bree and her mysterious beauty pageant guest over two huge masses of smooth-white flesh that moved up and down in time with her breathing.

‘Are those things tits?' she mused. Still unbelieving, Sylvia shimmied her torso and watched the living mountain range sway and bounce. '…That couldn’t be ME!' her brain insisted. 'She must have whacked her head harder than she thought. She must be seeing things: the view was pretty much exactly what she’d been fantasizing about all afternoon!

Mesmerized, Sylvia lifted her arms and flexed as she had in front of her mirror, watching the pale globes rise and spread in answer to the shifting of her pectoral muscles. While they weren’t exactly heavy, they were… solid. Unreasonably dense for something so soft and springy. And so very, very sensitive she discovered almost instantly. The twin white mountains stood straight out from her ribcage, quite uninterested in compressing under the influence of puny gravity.

“I’m HUGE!” she announced in wonder. Somehow, her impossible new sweater-beasts were REAL. She was packin’ the biggest of the big guns. ‘Guns’ loaded with armor-piercing bullets it seemed: her tight costume was fraying apart where it tented over the rock-hard peaks crowning her monumental bustline.

“Oh, fuhhhk... I've never felt anything so good!” She gasped through clenched teeth. Her nipples felt incredibly... vivid? ...as they chewed into the tight weave like it was tissue paper. She could feel the rasping of each thread in impossibly exquisite detail as her stiff points shredded the heavy fibers like industrial diamond drills. She started to shake like a drug addict hearing textures and smelling color: her primate brain wasn’t wired for such total stimulation.

The powerful alien sensations weres getting better/worse! Her erotic hyper-awareness had initially been concentrated at the very tips of her breasts, but it oozed across her flushed areola and then spread to include the entirety of her surging mounds. The Law of Unintended Consequences played out across Sylvia's silky skin: the young Californian's breasts had developed Superwoman-ly levels of sensitivity. She’d imagined herself on par with the likes of Superman. Super-vision that would put both telescopes and microscopes to shame. Hearing sharp enough to pick out her name being whispered from twenty miles away. She hadn't realized what that implied for your sense of touch... 

“Ohhhhhh… my... gawwwwd…” The shreds of cloth stretched across her mounds triggered a spike of sensuous arousal more powerful than human sanity could endure! Sylvia graduated from the shakes to convulsing like a junkie's last overdose. Her perfected tits felt SO GOOD! She had no gradual development, no time to learn control. Her first brush with supersenses was beyond dizzying. The poorly considered consequences of her power-fantasy plunged her headlong into the deep end of being a deeply sexualized superhuman and she was drowning.

“Sylvie!!” Bree cried out in alarm, seeing her thrashing and still not recognizing the significance of her pale outfit. Bree rushed to her side, dropping the twisted lump of iron she'd been clinging to. “Are you... are you ok? Sylvie!?” What had she done? Sylvia’s wish had made her boobs blow up like balloons! And while they were very nice breasts (ok, they were spectacular!), Sylvia was squirming under them like they were crushing her.

Sylvia clung to the sound of Bree’s voice, trying to stave off oblivion. Certain she was about to die, a tear rolled down her cheek before the whole experience snapped into crystalline clarity; the monkey paw's offer to drive her completely insane rescinded at the last moment as the changes spread up her nerves to the gray matter in her skull. Sylvia's increasingly Kryptonian brain was suddenly capable of superhuman knowing, providing the capacity to process the flood-tide before madness claimed her. She could now simultaneously discern every stitch and seam covering her chest so precisely that her new globes felt more like they must be hundreds of feet in diameter! As serene as an all-seeing angel looking down from the clouds, the shapely girl now basked in truly inhuman levels of pleasure as the erotic sensations poured in. To anyone else it was only the faintest scraping sound from the taut fabric of her over-filled leotard stretching across her curvaceous torso, straining to contain her melon-sized melons. To her, it was an epic conflict no earthly substance could win as her silky-soft tits and the silicon-printed fabric collided. Sylvia stretched on the floor like a lazy cat, reveling in the touch of every individual thread caressing her huge globes of softest girl-flesh as the garment slowly shredded itself across her curves. The rest of her body felt limp and numb; only human and pitiful by comparison.

Bree knelt beside the fallen girl now. “I’m so sorry, Sylvie! It grants wishes, I think,” She was babbling. “It's called fictionite! We were going to tell you, but then I slipped. You picked it up before I coul–”

Bree paused. She tried to pry the nugget out of Sylvia's hand as she had with Sophie, but couldn't. Sylvia was clinging to it like she'd grabbed a live electrical wire and couldn’t let go. Afraid her absurd strength might hurt Sylvia if she forced the issue, she instead helped the other girl sit up and get out from under the masses on her chest.

Sylvia nodded gratefully as the unknown redhead passed her a glass of cool tap water. She took a sip and then looked down again. "POP!" She announced with a giggle.

Bree’s babbling was starting to make sense to Sylvia. Sorta. Only what she was saying was impossible. “Wishes? Fictionary? That’s crazy. Nothing like that really–” She sat up on her folded knees, frowning as she looked down at herself. “Really? What the heck did you do to me?” she demanded, trying to calm down and think. The same casual hyper-awareness required to comprehend all the sensations from her bust was now turned towards solving this puzzle. Sylvia's powered-up brain sifted through a few thousand possibilities in the space of a single blink and it all clicked: If Bree really had set off some kind of wish fulfillment then there was an obvious reason her new lady bumps were impossibly firm, massive, and sensitive...

They weren't human. Somehow, she’d gotten exactly what she'd wanted to fill out her Galatea costume: she'd sprouted a pair of 100% genuine Kryptonian super-breasts. 

‘Oh, Gina. You’re in trouble now. I'll never need foam padding again!’ she thought, smiling so wickedly Bree drew back in alarm.

Only maybe not… Her new mounds felt unbelievably good, but they must look ridiculous on her, she thought. Huge spherical masses tragically out of proportion hanging from her ordinary frame. Without the rest of Power Sylvie's fitness selfie-girl figure, she'd be absurdly top-heavy. As bad as duct-taping bowling balls on a broomstick.

Startled by Sylvia’s mercurial change in mood, Bree belatedly realized how dangerous the silvery lump was and how lucky she and Sophie had been. She might just as easily have thought a mouse could slip through the wreckage she was trapped in and that could have been the end of her. Poof: rodent for life. What if Sylvia wished for something that warped her own mind and it was all — well mostly — her fault? Not nearly the results she’d been hoping for her friend to come away with.

“I know… It sounds impossible but it’s true. I wished I was strong enough to get out of a jam and it made me crazy super-strong." She gestured to the metal dumbbell she'd twisted into a knot. "You’re ok though, right?” Bree repeated, for maybe the third time, still distraught at the idea of the damage her roommate might have done to herself. She had secretly rooted for a superhero'd up Sylvia to renew her pursuit of the men’s swim team, but not like this! Why did she always have to be such a klutz? Why hadn’t she warned Sylvia sooner? She was genuinely worried but simultaneously she hoped her roomie wouldn’t be too pissed if all she’d gotten was an overblown boob job. That hardly seemed fair considering she and Sophie had gotten superpowers!

“I’m... Ok, Bree. Really. This might look a little awkward, but–” Sylvia rolled her shoulders, making her new mounds bounce to illustrate the point. “You literally can’t imagine how good these babies feel....” She sighed again, relishing the far more than human pleasure washing over her. Growing super-tits was quite pleasant, but it had fallen far short of becoming 'the Supergirl who could get laid any time she wanted to'. If only the strange pressure inside had gone farther than just her chest! Her super-mounds would look so right as part of the complete package. She reviewed her earlier moment of visualization, certain she'd imagined so much more: the athletic build coupled to the wasp waist. Fertility-goddess hips and a matching super-ass that would make the girl-pumpkins on her chest seem almost tame. ‘Oh, yeah. They’d look great on me then. ...’ She thought, only to be shaken out of her reverie by Bree’s insistent questioning.

“Sylvia? This is important. What exactly were you thinking when you picked it up? Because whatever it was, you probably got a lot more of it than you intended...”

Sylvia smiled softly. What had she been thinking when she first picked up the nugget? That she wanted it ALL. The complete package: a fully Kryptonian version of herself: who just happened to have all the best attributes of an Olympic gold-medal gymnast crossed with a super-powered alien porn star.

Sylvia blinked a few times. “I- I don’t know?” she lied, embarrassed to share how her silly daydreams mixed comic book heroes with steamy revenge fantasy. Little things like a whole swim team getting fucked senseless by the insatiably horny Power Sylvie. Super-boobs were nice, but if that wish had actually come true, she'd already be strutting around the flat infinitely strong and completely indestructible. Then throw in flight, super-senses, superspeed, laser eyes and ice breath, maybe even souped-up intelligence... Pretty much super-everything! Realistically, the 'Power Sylvia' in her mental fanfic was more Mary Sue porno-Goddess than a superhero. In her case, with great power comes great casual sex!

'How do you get "a lot more" of that?!?' she wondered.

Well, there was an easy way to check. She groped around for something heavy before her hand closed on the dumbbell Bree had pretzelized. She squeezed... and was rewarded with the feeling of one end of the cold iron mass squishing between her fingers like clay! Inspired, she quickly squished and molded the soft-to-her material into a rough sculpture of a thick metal penis. She struck a pin-up pose and showed Bree the crude iron dildo she'd made with an aroused grin. "Hey look, Bree... maybe I really am becoming-"

Almost forgotten, the supermodel with Sophie's voice burst into nearly hysterical laughter, startling them both. She'd remembered a bit more about the character Sylvia was cosplaying as. She stepped up and straddled Sylvia's bare thighs, brazenly invading her space. "I’m pretty sure she was thinking about being Supergirl’s sexier twin,” she summed up nicely before leaning in and kissing Sylvia full on the lips.

The dumbbell-dildo hit the floor with a dull thud.

Syliva had flinched at the invasion of her space before melting at the other girl's touch. Now they were so close she could smell the gorgeous supermodel, finally recognizing the redhead must actually be Sophie after having been granted a wish of her own. And goddamn she was hawt! Sylvia couldn't help but be powerfully aroused by the angel on her lap. As her shoulders began to loosen and her mouth parted to ask what had happened to her, Sylvia found herself shivering with pleasure: Sophie spread herself all over Sylvia and started to grind their new mounds chest-to-chest. Make no mistake: the outrageously sexy new Sophia was stacked ...but next to Sylvia, she looked like a little girl still in need of training bras. Legs still tucked under her, Sylvia leaned back onto her clenched fists, still holding the silver nugget tightly while allowing Sohpia to drape herself completely over Sylvie's inclined form. 

Bree looked on in startled awe. She had no idea Sophie could be so aggressive! She'd totally seduced Sylvia in seconds. Bree wasn’t especially into women, but you couldn’t look at the two of them and not think ‘Oooo, that might be fun…?’ Sylvia seemed to be enjoying the onslaught even more than Sophie. Tiny chuffs of pleasure escaped Sylvia's full lips while her taut belly clenched spasmodically in response to Sophie's nuzzling. She seized Sophie’s fiery red hair, forcing her head down to where they could kiss. Instantly Sylvia’s tongue invaded Sophie, effortlessly taking charge of the deep French kiss. Sophie could only squeak in surprise and then surrender: the incredible strength of Sylvia’s arm and tongue silenced any hope of resisting her – a fact which only turned both of them on even more.

With her new sensitivity, Sylvia felt like she was under an avalanche of jiggling tit. Sophie’s beautiful bust smushed against her own like a sailing ship dashed on the rocks. Her own proud breasts yielded to Sophia's weight but only grudgingly. The pressure in her chest was back with a vengeance, but she missed it at first: Sophie had her earlobe in her teeth and was nipping Sylvia hard... and yet there was no pain, just a pleasant tingle. Sylvia was completely engrossed in Sophia's expert attentions until she finally realized her entire body felt like it was about to pop!

Like a bow being drawn back, the forces inside her had silently crept up on the critical threshold after the recreation of her breasts. Drawing an arrow that once loosed would flood every inch of her entire young body with superhuman levels of power and wanton sex appeal. She would become perfect by her own imaginary standards, the most beautiful, most powerful, and most attractive being on the planet! Her desires both flawlessly described and executed.

...Except the same thing that had happened to Bree and Sophie was about to happen to her too; the wish would happen again and again... and again... Each pass building on the one before, not merely adding to her dreams of being Kryptonian... It would multiply every facet of her desires exponentially!

"Be careful what you wish for..."

"Uuhhh...The feeling's back!” She grunted. Her hips bucked with wild force, sending the startled Sophie through the air like she'd been launched off of a diving board. Sophie landed across the room in an animal crouch, touching down like a cat or professional acrobat. Another sign her wish might have resulted in more than just a pretty face. Her broad smirk said she didn't mind Sylvia playing a little rough: it was just more proof she'd been right! There was definitely 'more' in store for Sylvia than just a boob job! Supergirl’s sister… Her roommate was gonna be Supergirl’s even hawter sister! So fucking amazing! For Sophie, being able to watch the transformation made this the Best. Day. Ever.

Still clutched in her hand, the world-bending energies from the metal had never stopped flowing up Sylvia’s arm and into every atom in her body. It had taken this long for the nugget to quietly build the monumental charge needed to finally deliver on every impossible aspect of a real 'pornographic Kryptonian bombshell!'. Compared to what was about to happen, Sylvia's initial blossoming was little more than a chaste kiss before the orgy started.

“The pressure's everywhere now, filling me. Its. Filling. MEEEE...!” Sylvia's astonished cry stretched out into a thin squeal of pleasure. Then Sylvia rose up off the floor and into the air chest first with a deep moan that shook the building. Sylvia didn't know or care that she was flying: her whole body was growing now, a half-familiar pleasure in swelling up, growing faster than bamboo. It tickled too. She’d experienced one really good growth spurt as a teenager - putting on two inches of height over four months. She’d never forgotten the looks of envy that had inspired in the other girls her age. Instead of feeling gawky, it had made her feel powerful. Special in a way she'd never been able to recapture. Sylvia was feeling that delicious stretching in her bones again and didn’t want it to ever stop as her stringy frame steadily metamorphosed into a sexy hardbody, entirely wrapped in sleek muscles.

She spread her arms wide, feeling the play of new muscles across her torso and certain each of her fists was already as powerful as a pile driver. Then like she had done before her mirror, she swung her arms through a series of double bicep poses, watching her breasts rise in response while her bunched muscles grew dozens of times stronger with every flex. She glanced down at Bree and Sophia, both of them gazing back up at her transformation in growing awe. The hyper-erogenous intensity of her super-breasts was spreading across her whole torso now. Her cells began to erupt into their newly perfected Kryptonian state like stars coming out. She really was becoming completely Super.

Sylvia arched her back, her face a mask of total orgasmic bliss as her bare skin smoothed to creamy perfection and her strength multiplied by another hundred or maybe thousand-fold. The budding goddess easily breached the six-foot mark, slowing only as she reached six-two. Even better in her opinion, her already legendary bosom swelled to match her growing height, the playfully bouncing mounds becoming … Wrecking balls. She rubbed her hands over her huge breasts, down her flanks, and discovered the massive cannonballs that made up her perfect heart-shaped ass. 'No,' she thought, 'cannonballs and wrecking balls can't dish out a fraction of the property damage these babies can!' She instinctively knew she could flatten the whole building with a few energetic swings of her tits. And despite their newly increased diameter, her enormous breasts remained perfectly scaled to the bounty of her Olympian frame. She was like a Terry Dodson Cover Girl made real. One glance and she’d be etched on your brain, the caption reading “This. Girl. Is. Built. To. Fuck.”

“Ooooohhhh, yes! Now that's a 'Super' growth spurt!” Sylvia's voice had become more resonant, more powerful with each gasping breath as she'd grown. She unleashed a rich laugh: even the tallest of her cosplay rivals were going to find themselves at best face-to-tit with Power Sylvie!

Her impossible growth finally stopped at six-foot-four, her toes setting back onto the floor. With all of her ideal measurements properly established, her overstretched costume burst at last. She laughed again at the scraps of expensive fabric falling away in tatters, This final wardrobe malfunction laid bare the ivory globes crowning her heaving chest and revealing the full magnificence of her gently cobbled belly. And nowhere was even a scrap of foam padding required to enhance her knockout figure!

The cosplayer-turned-Superbabe stood in nothing but a pale high-cut white satin thong when the spreading metamorphosis finally focused on her loins. Hidden behind that narrow triangle of white cloth, her tiny human clitoris abruptly became Super too, swelling to the size of a very expensive pearl. Only this ‘pearl’ was so saturated with superconducting nerves Sylvia had instantly become more responsive than an entire squad of cheerleaders losing their virginity at the same time.

“Oh. My. Gawd— I get a Super... Pussy, too? It's too much—” the once-human girl protested as the sparkling flashes lit up her private places. Silver pulses of transformation roared through her vagina, making Sylvia literally the Maid of Steel. Her love-muscles became ten thousand times stronger than an industrial press and more artfully precise than a world-renowned flutist. The logic of fictional evolution demanded her body be ready to roll in the hay with Superman. The things Sylvia's Kryptonian super-pussy would do to any merely human penis thrust inside her would be nothing short of life-altering... “Once you go ‘S’, you never want less.”

“Yaaaahh, Fuuuuuck...” The silver nugget dropped to the floor unnoticed as her hips humped the air with shuddering thrusts. The newly minted Kryptonian nymphette split the difference between laughing and screaming as the lining of her thong scrapped back and forth over the engorged nub in time with her ragged breath, The soft cotton felt sandpaper rough, scraping her super-clit with an intensity akin to a diamond-toothed chainsaw. Like her super-sensitive breasts, the tiny nub felt as enormous as a beachball to her now. Sylvia had daydreamed about being super… imagined how having super-sex must be as over the top as everything else about Superman and Power Girl in the comics. So, she expected ‘really good’, right? Turns out she’d badly underestimated the joys of Really. Being. Super. Because if your crystal-blue eyes could read newsprint on the surface of the fucking Moon then no shit, Sherlock, your pussy was going to deliver carnal awareness beyond human comprehension!

“Too… hhuhhh!… MUCH!!” she cried out, finding herself uncontrollably K-cumming in ways no human girl could even begin to describe. She wished she had her phone because this moment was definitely selfie-worthy. She laughed, imagining her social media post: “Just had my first Kryptonian orgasm. If I just became ten-thousand times stronger, guess how my K-gasms compare to the most intense Earth-girl orgasm you ever had? YAY, K-SEX!” Even then she was selling it short. She could have madly screwed and been screwed by every guy on the entire swim team from dusk 'til dawn and it still would have paled in comparison to what had just happened between her legs! 

"And I deserve another one, Right Now!" Her first K-gasmic detonation had come from nothing more than accidentally rubbing against a scrap of cloth. What would happen if she pleasured herself on purpose? Could the experience actually get any better?! Was the super-sexy Power Sylvie capable of even more!? The horny coed wasn’t waiting for another second to find out! She rolled belly-down on a bed made of air, one hand lifting a huge breast to her lips while the other plunged between her legs, fingering the royal jewel of ecstasy set between her thick, moist pussy lips… Her dainty fingers stroked and swirled around her crotch with more force than a head-on collision between freight trains.

"DAYAM...." she moaned even as her untended breast bobbed directly over Bree's stunned face, accidentally daring the human girl to rise up and suck on the long pink nipple only inched from her mouth. But no matter how amazing her fingers felt playing over her pussy-lips, she was determined to make this second K-gasm properly max out her outrageous new body.

Just as Bree was about to give in to the hypnotic display, Sylvia somersaulted in mid-air, casually snatching up the dildo's she'd jokingly turned their exercise equipment into. She rose out of range of Bree's thwarted lips, siting upsidedown now on the ceiling. She spread her long legs in full side splits before jamming the rough metal cone deep into herself. The burrs and raw edges should have torn her plush lower lips into bloody meat but instead, the heavy mass felt soft as jelly sliding into her vagina with a wet slurp. Then Sylvia learned something new: that place inside herself where other girls had a G-spot had been Super-upgraded too! She’d been rewired with a ‘K-spot’, the cluster of nerves now hundreds of thousands of times more sensitive.

“FUh-FUh-FUCK!” This time the stuttering barks of her ecstasy didn’t just shake their flat. The whole building heaved and swayed in time with her clenching buttocks as she worked the dildo harder and faster. What she’d thought would be another sharp explosion between her legs proved to instead be a burning yellow-sun that kept on shining in her brain. Just as Sylvia's very identity was about to disintegrate under the orgasmic onslaught her vaginal muscles spasmed. The tip of the iron penis suffered the same fate as Bree's brick earlier - it vanished with a sad pop and a smell of scorched metal. Snarling like an animal, she rammed the torn base of her dildo up inside herself, triggering a final wave of incomprehensible pleasure from her K-spot before another muscular spasm sent the last stub of metal to exercise equipment heaven in a puff of hot gas that blackened the ceiling plaster. She let out a long satisfied sigh as she floated down. Surely that was as good as it gets?

She opened her crystal-blue eyes and looked dumbfounded at her empty hand, realizing what she'd done and what it meant. Even after that amazing peak where she'd full-on vaporized solid metal steel with a pair Supergirl-style Kegels, she still felt fresh as a flower. Rather than crashing after the greatest female climax in history, she found herself feeling even more aroused by her abilities. And if she was honest with herself, her pornographic Kryptonian hardbody was already primed to cum again! And no matter how sheet-ripping, body contorting, head-splittingly good it felt Sylvia, suspected the riptide of pleasure surging through her had been just a warm-up because that special pressure was building inside her again. Her already incomparable body was about to grow another half-dozen orders of magnitude stronger and more sexually capable!

98% pure fictionite had turned her roommates’ modest desires into superpowers. Sylvia had demanded superpowers in the first place and was now poised to utterly surpass even Superman. Sylvia's softly highlighted intelligence realized if Bree was right, the wish was still echoing through her... Imagine if the wanton supergirl of her fantasies was having power-fantasies of her own, wishing she were an Ultra Sylvie who passed her time completely dominating entire swim teams of yellow sun-powered Superboys whom she outclassed as much as they did humans! If her suspicions were correct, the growing pressure insider her meant she was about to become some kind of Kryptonian²! After all her years of fantasizing, she was surprisingly ok with that.

“This may have started playing superhero dress-up...” She rattled the windows with another lust-filled moan because even though she was powerful beyond belief already, she could feel her whole body about to 'pop' again!  

“But it ends with me becoming a... A GOD!!” She felt more bubbles of limitless potential bursting inside her body, a foam of unchecked fictionite energy that that that would use "Power Sylvie" as a launchpad to create an Ultra Sylvia. But even that might only be a brief stopover on her way to absolute ascendance! Because even the superboy-crazy Ultra Sylvie could dream of being tens of thousands of times more powerful and dominating a squad of Ultra-boy swimmers...

"And no one will ever say 'no' to me again..." Sylvia crooned happily. What she’d intended as a sultry bedroom whisper to tease her roommates came out as a sexy roar louder than a car crash! Ultra Sylvia's no-longer-human lungs had unexpectedly amplified her softest voice enough to fill a stadium! She followed up with a husky phone-sex moan so deliciously perfect Bree and Sophie crumpled to the floor like puppets with their strings cut, moist and trembling with sympathetic arousal. People passing by on the street were forcibly converted into eager worshipers of the Ultra-Goddess-in-the-making, falling on each other like animals as they were overcome by the sounds of a wildly excited ultragirl's growing arousal.

“Oh ya… ya… YA!” Sylvia's laughing cries of pleasure grew faster and louder. Ultra-strength and ultra-volume were only the beginning of her blossoming Kyptonian^N superpowers! She grinned, able to hear every grunt and cry of more than a hundred different people going off from hearing her melodious voice crying out in need! Bree, Sophie, and the whole building were about to find out what happens when a frustrated 20-year-old gets to paint her every erotic fantasy using the whole world as her canvas!

That realization blew the little nymph right off the charts again: Sylvia's first ultra-gasm was a bomb blast that revealed her earlier K-gasms was little more than firecrackers. Her exuberant cries inspired a chorus of gasping as a dozen other women throughout the building were driven to overwhelmingly powerful multiple-climaxes in a feeble imitation of the goddess in their midst. Bree and Sophia took the full brunt of the blast, bodies shivering, crotches soaked with their own juices, surviving the orgasmic rollercoaster only because of their fictionite gifts.

Sophie felt pure rapture, her hands helplessly fondling her lovely curves. ‘I should have read more comics!’ she thought, filled with awe as Sylvia continued to evolve before her eyes. She stared at Sylvia’s wobbling breasts, the fresh-pink nipples jutting from them arrogantly. Her long creamy thighs were spreading and slamming shut with the ponderous momentum of bank vault doors. Sylvia's gyrations revealed quick glimpses of the smooth, firm swell of her lush vaginal lips and the glistening pink bud of the biggest clitoris Sophie’d ever seen. No wonder the Sylvie was moaning like that!

‘God, that monster clit!’ Sophie thought. It was going to be so easy to make Sylvia cum! She wanted to throw herself on Sylvia again and join the fun. She ached to put her own new assets to work, rubbing her big nipples against Sylvia’s even bigger ones and then turning 69 to tongue fuck the golden angel-girl right out of her shivering mind.

But even lost in a haze of her own need, Sophie didn’t dare come between those mighty legs or even approach her divine roommate. Those thrashing limbs would pinch her in half and in her current orgasmic state and Sylvia would never even notice. 'But maybe soon. Oh, God, soon...' Sophie promised herself.

The sexy, chesty blonde Amazon wasn’t done yet, either. She'd just had her FOURTH super-climax that left her craving only more! And why wouldn't she? Her orgasms kept getting better! Her senses were full-on godlike now. If she concentrated she could feel individual atoms, identify the flavors of molecules rubbing and sucking her breasts, sense the universe kissing her nipples and clit, stroking the back of her neck, grinding against her buttocks. The low rumble of Sylvia’s sensuous breathing became a pulse deeper than rolling thunder, windows flexing in and out for blocks around. The whole world was taking on a shimmering prismatic glow from her perspective. One in 10-million women were born tetrachromatic, able to see hundreds of times more colors than any man. Sylvia's pentachromatic blue eyes could precisely differentiate ten thousand times as many colors as she'd ever known before. No aspect of her total superiority had been overlooked in her fantasies.

Through trial and error, her self-fondling found the perfect resonant frequency of pleasure, triggering an unbroken chain of multiple K-gasms that came on so hard and fast it knocked the wind out of even Sylvia, paralyzing her chest with sexual rapture. She was drowning in rainbows while her throbbing clitoris drilled into the base of her skull with crystalized ecstasy. She was seized by the fear that had fluttered in the back of her mind all along: This was all far too much for her soul to endure. Somehow, impossibly, she was going to drown!

Desperately trying to catch her breath, she managed only a series of tiny choked gulps, each one enough to make your ears pop as the pressure in the room dropped sharply. Another gasp sucked the door of her room shut. Sophie stopped kneading her breasts to clap her hands over her ears and Bree had just enough time to pull them both down behind the couch before Sylvia’s next super-gasp imploded all of the windows in the house! ‘Can’t… breathe!’ Sylvia wanted to scream in panic, overwhelmed by her new body and how indescribably intense everything felt now!

“HHHhhhhhhuHH!” Sylvia inhaled desperately, consuming all the air in the room like a living black hole. She sucked in everything around her not nailed down. Chaos reigned, setting a new high-water mark for the mess in the living room with one breath. Shelves collapsed and Bree’s television flipped off its stand. The shards of glass ripped from the window frames were sucked into the vortex, becoming a horizontal fountain of razor-edged death lunging across the room at her. The fire-hose blast of broken glass scoured Sylvia’s body, attacking her belly and breasts, promising to shred her exposed pussy as the blast was challenged down the canyon of her open thighs.

She’d seen the torrent coming at her and if she’d been able to catch her breath she’d have unleashed a scream that would have blown the entire flat to smithereens. Carried on hundred-mile-an-hour winds, jagged shards smashed into her with a tinkling crash… But even the softest parts of her smooth skin endured the ripping, tearing flood of shards without so much as a scuff mark. Instead of slicing her to bloody bits... it tickled?! It fucking tickled!

“Oh, right. Invulnerable.” she whisper-roared, finally catching her breath and keeping the building full of her followers up to date. The not-so-deadly-after-all torrent of glass crashed against her epic figure like a wave against the rocks, a glittering tide splashing against the outrageous curves of her bosom before spraying up and over. She wasn’t gonna die! Instead, she was getting even more powerful! Becoming even more almighty than the super-being she’d imagined herself as at the moment she’d grasped both the nugget and her future. She lifted her knees and arched her back. Inhaling deeply on purpose now, Sylvia leaned into the blast of window-bits, welcoming the scratchy pleasure that could never again inflict pain.

"Wait... I’m invulnerable!" she cried out. "Knives, bullets, bombs… Ha! Nothing can hurt me, now!!" All the stories of supergirls deflecting gunfire with their tits? That precious feeling as deadly bullets ricocheted off their aching nipples? That was her future now: any attempt to hurt her would only make her hornier! Fictionite had placed her beyond any assault, any reprisal, any threat or coercion.

K-gasms or even U-gasms were hard-pressed to compare to how arousing it was to know she could get away with ANYTHING and people would just have to suck it up. She was so turned on she wanted to explode and hump a battle-tank to death at the same time. Which she could do, easily. Squat down over the end of the long hard barrel and tell the little soldier-boys inside, “pull the fucking trigger! I can take it! I WANT IT!” A muscular ripple of ecstasy rolled up Sylvia’s long, curvaceous body as she anticipated catching a tank shell between her thighs, then crushing the over-sized bullet into hot vapor using only her vaginal muscles.

Opening her eyes again she looked up at the sparkling shards of glass raining down around her. She wanted to laugh, it was all so beautiful … SHE was so beautiful! Instead, she struggled to release the seeming ocean of air inside her slowly and without popping her home like an overinflated balloon. Even as she let out a long, slow breath, she fantasized about cutting loose, screaming out in pleasure so loud the house simply disintegrated as her shout knocked the whole Earth off its axis. She’d show everyone that she was power incarnate, the most fucking sexy ‘Woman of Steel’ ever! Not as part of some bedroom daydream or cosplay either - people were going to have to live with the new super-her in their stone-cold reality. The whole world had become her playground, completely defenseless against what she'd become. No one could threaten or control her! She was gonna do everything she’d ever fantasized about– for REAL!! Sex, revenge, sightseeing, more sex. No life that had ever touched hers would go unrewarded… or unpunished.

A pretty credible ‘supervillain laugh’ bubbled up inside her and she set it free, making hearts skip a beat and babies cry from her doorstep to the distant river.  The young woman – young Goddess! – was already several magnitudes beyond Superman’s level at that point. The super-DUPER supergirl who was going to get laid every bit as often as she wanted!! She was ready to start proving her wanton appetites were as limitless as her powers!

Bree peeked out from behind the edge of the couch. No longer held aloft in the indoor tornadoes spawned from Sylvia’s super-lungs, the bits of glass fell like glittering rain. Bree’s chortling roomie was drifting above the floor, casually mocking gravity. Sylvia's epic body had filled out even further than the last time Bree’d glimpsed it: her long legs even more delightfully firm and sleek, her athletic figure on display like some kind of international swimsuit supermodel surveying a crystalline beach before the photoshoot. Sylvia’s ass and hips had caught up with her chest and her slender waist was the living definition of an hourglass figure. There might not be such a thing as ‘perfect beauty’, but Sylvia was pretty fucking excellent in every way you could name.

Bree smirked. She really should have known that the over-the-top boob job was just a prelude to something so much MORE. Not quite what Bree had intended when she’d decided to share her discovery with the sweet little nerd, but there was no arguing with the results! Bree felt an unexpected surge of pride. She might not be the hero of her own story anymore, but she'd played a crucial role in the creation of the vision of glory before her! There was no denying it was still the best day ever!

The nubile Amazon twirled in the air, gravity itself yielding to her glee. Upside down, she drifted in front of the big mirror by her bedroom door. She’d cut her naturally straw-blonde hair to go with the outfit, but it had gone Super too, becoming rich gold. The feathery yellow tufts were made up of fine strands stronger than bridge cables. A golden bob that artfully framed her face.

And what a face! While it was unmistakably hers, her features had been reimagined using only the finest materials. Every muscle was sleek and tight, her skin flawless velvet, her dull blue eyes now bright as gems, her brows subtly arched, her already feminine jawline further refined into a perfect heart shape. There wasn’t a wrinkle or hint of sagging anywhere to be seen and never would be. Her face glowed with superhuman vitality in the softly fading afternoon light, her delighted smile radiant as a new dawn. She might not have the artful geometry of Sophie’s super beauty, but it was still classically feminine, a face that once seen could never be forgotten. Even her pink lips were sexy, full, and moist. Soft as marshmallow but strong enough to remold solid steel between them like it was a puff of whipped cream.

And her body was so hot now! Every curve in the mirror was a reflection of her imagination run wild. A dream of beauty multiplied by the hunk of fictionite into a transcendent promise of carnal pleasures. She pulled back from the mirror, floating into the center of the room. She began stretching and flexing luxuriously, doing the splits in mid-air and running her slender hands over every part of herself in an impromptu aerial sex act that would easily command a million dollars a seat if anyone but her roommates had been invited. She marveled at the long lines of her perfection. Her graceful limbs were adorned with exactly enough muscular heft to bring elegant balance to the big-as-her-head super-breasts that had served as the opening act in the performance. She might have overdone it a little. Toes dangling a foot above the floor, she carefully cupped her most distinctive features, pinching both her nipples. Her super-senses had become several magnitudes more intense, but lucky for her, along the way her brain had also become faster and more powerful than if you had networked the ten best supercomputers on Earth. That added capacity was just barely enough for her to survive the novas of pleasure she felt every time she fondled herself. Her K-gasms had been cubed along with the rest of her powers. Just poking her tit with a single finger would have sent the old Sylvia twitching to the floor in a gran mal seizure, her eyes rolled back in her head. Now Sylvia could squeeze her erect nipples until a firestorm of pleasure roared in the back of her skull. Every lick of flame was another super-orgasm waiting to happen if she dared to concentrate on it.

Squeezing her breasts again with boulder-vaporizing strength this time, Sylvia let out a crooning subsonic moan that triggered another wave of female AND male orgasms in a half-klick radius. Human bodies instinctively trying to mirror the higher being in their midst. A great party trick if every party you went to was supposed to turn into an orgy! Had she said ‘a little?’ She’d overdone it a lot.

Poor Sylvia: she’d just have to endure being non-canonical. The coed’s body was a lusty XXX version of the comics, her outrageous figure the very best of Power Girl Porn brought to life. Only an artist with no shame could imagine her as she was now or produce this kind of voluptuousness, strength, and primal beauty. A particularly horny artist who had imagined her fucking his brains out the whole time he was drawing her spectacular curves!

“Those poor Krypton-girls in the comics... To think they never get to have sex.” Sylvia declared. Her? She was definitely going to have lots and lots of sex if she had any say in the matter... And hers was the only vote in the entire world that counted, now. A dream come true for the thwarted coed.

“This looks like a job for Power Sylvie!” she declared to her reflection in total bliss, echoing her some of her last thoughts as a mortal girl. The lovely face laughed with her and she climaxed again at the sight of her reflection and the certainty that was HER in the mirror now.

Sophie had finally recovered from her orgasms enough to poke her head out from behind the couch. She gasped at the sight of Sylvia’s sculpted and overwhelmingly womanly body, topped by a face that had gone on to become at least as beautiful as her own. Sophie’s angelic grin turned to a devilish leer. She was so going to make ‘Power Sylvie’ pop like a champagne bottle.

Considering herself and her options, Sylvia reached down between her spread legs to stroke the now sleekly defined ridges of her inner thighs. The cords of muscles were a roadmap leading you to her equally extravagant labia majora. Major majora now, the smooth outer lips strong enough to devour I-beams and spit out bullets. Simultaneously delicate and indestructible. Her calves and thighs gently bulged with superhuman might. Until now she could only have imagined this view: so firm, so chiseled. So very, VERY STRONG. Even the tiniest little spasms that shook her so delightfully were powerful enough to throw an aircraft carrier into orbit.

Sylvia pictured herself showing the whole world her infinite strength: lifting the largest of ships over her head, not even straining as 100,000 tons tried to crash back into the sea… then launching it with a swift jerk of her mighty arms, throwing it so high it vanished from sight (well, not from her sight of course). Then squatting down on a second warship and crushing it to hot slag using only her long thighs. She imagined the feeling as molten alloys gurgled up inside her pussy, unable to cool or harden as she continued to squeeze and twist the glowing red metal with her inner, deeper super-muscles. Being gentle, so she only exerted the kind of pressure found at the center of the planet! She would turn billions of dollars of the most advanced weapons the world had to offer into sex toys with a sensual laugh. Teasing the defeated and powerless armies of every nation until she finally claimed all the world's nukes for her own intimate uses.

“Well, maybe just one nuke. For my birthday. What're a few megatons between friends …and between your thighs?” she thought aloud, biting her lower lip as she envisioned the rush of atomic fire over her indestructible skin, not even singeing an eyelash. She wouldn’t really conquer the world. But she could! Sylvia felt her vaginal muscles trembling with otherworldly might at the thought, yet still able to be as gentle as a falling leaf. That nuke though? That was definitely going on the to-do list.

Bree stood from behind the couch as Sylvia moaned again. You could hear the promise of a dozen climaxes in the warbling tones. Bree had already been swept up in a trio of bed-busting orgasms just listening to her roomie cumming over and over. She realized all this was exactly the kind of crazy she should have expected from Sylvia. The American girl had been an odd mix of the shy wallflower and eager little nymphomaniac as long as Bree had known her. Sometimes to the point of embarrassing them all with how bad she wanted to make out with her crush-of-the-week, but not quite knowing how to get it done. Well, that problem was solved: guys would be throwing themselves at her now!

Sylvia reached out and scooped up two big handfuls of broken glass off the carpet. She ground her palms together, spreading boiling glass evenly across her hands before rubbing it into her nearly spherical breasts like glossy skin cream. Her fingers lingered on her fat-cherry-sized nipples as she worked the molten droplets over her soft skin. Sylvia’s eyes narrowed, shaken again by the overwhelming intensity of the pleasure flooding through her from her Kryptonian³ super-tits. She continued flicking and teasing them just because she could. The physical sensation was mirrored by intellectual wonder: she’d just slathered herself with molten glass! ‘Could I be any hotter? Pun totally intended.’ she thought to herself with wicked delight. ‘I am the sexiest, most powerful woman in the universe!’ she realized. There was no runner-up, either. Well, Sophie might get an honorable mention. She was incredibly hot after receiving a wish of her own.

MMMMMMmmmm! The naked supergirl purred like a cat that had swallowed a jet engine as she worshiped her divine tits, putting on a show for her audience of two like the most outrageously endowed cam-girl. Kneading her firm globes like loaves of bread, shaking them side to side just to laugh at how long it took for them to stop swishing back and forth, finally lifting them to her lips where her long pink tongue could tease first one engorged nipple then the other, tasting herself as she winked at the panting Sophie. Front row seats to watch the girl no one would say ‘no’ to ever again. The warm, buttery sensations from the molten glass were as clear and pure as diamonds in her mind.

Bree and Sophie had gotten what they needed and wanted respectively. Sylvia was getting everything she dreamed! They had witnessed the birth of a Deity in their living room: their timid flatmate reincarnated as the Goddess of Dangerous Curves and Other Transparently Sexual Innuendos. They watched mesmerized as their floating roommate worked herself up to another incomprehensibly powerful orgasm in mid-air.

“Diamonds! Oh, I need diamonds!” she moaned, knowing the hardest of all stones would crack and splinter against the softest bits of her Kryptonian hardbody when she cupped piles of them in her hands and ground them against her tits. Just … like … this … She let out a soft, cold breath, instantly freezing the liquid glass oozing over her chest into a sparkling shell before she ground her palms deep into her breasts, crushing the faux diamonds into dust against the bulging pillows.

It was kinda hawt.

She was SO POWERFUL now! What if she allowed herself to be just a little bad? She remembered how she'd fantasized about fucking her way through the boy's dorms - the stuff of impossible daydreams only minutes ago. What she'd overlooked then was the way her experience would expand with every conquest, how her new hyper-awareness and incredible mind allowed her to learn everything about sex until her techniques dwarfed the world's most accomplished lovers. Within days she'd be ravishing each young stud so completely she'd leave them nearly in a coma. By the end of the week not even sleep would release them: memories of the perfection of her body and her flawless moves lived on in their dreams, godfucking them over and over and over...

Only her transformation had put that accelerated hands-on sex-education on her to-do calendar FOR REAL.

"…Only now I think maybe I deserve two boys a night," she moaned. "Or FIVE!" It was a big campus after all and ‘insatiable’ had been one of her superpowers even before her transformation. 

Plus, there was no one anywhere who could stop her! The sheer enormity of her power was slowly sinking in: Good or Bad, she could do A-N-Y-thing she wanted. No rules, no limits. No one could deny her anything now. She'd become Earth's only Goddess! It was just her and 7 billion worshipers-waiting-to-happen. The prospect fueled her arousal even more powerfully than the sensation rocking her body. Absolute freedom was an aphrodisiac strong enough to make even her knees go weak.

That was the tipping point. The moment in the fairy tale where Sylvia Shannon passed beyond morality's limits ...and its protection.

“I can have anything. Do anything now!” she purred to herself, filling the whole block with whimpering cries. Long graceful fingers moved on from her upthrust breasts to explore and then service her every erogenous zone, “I can have all the sex in the world… Twice!” she promised herself, hands moving faster and faster until they became fondling blurs. She was pulling out all the stops now! Fear and prudence faded from even a Kryptonian super-brain as she tested the fictional limits of her supercharged arousal …and found she had none. Infinity yawned wide before her still-human soul like an abyss.

"Ya... Ya! Oh, oh! Huhh!" she huffed in increasingly swift gasps. Sylvia’s hips bucked wildly as the twin blurs that were her hands began to focus between her thighs. Then she was double plunging into herself at several times the speed of sound, creating muffled sonic booms inside her vagina and ass (which feels even better than it sounds, if you’re a god).

The orgasmic rumblings could be felt a mile away as her amazing body became the epicenter of another earthquake. “Ya… Yaaaah!, oh YAAHHhh!” The quivering, wordless cries became quieter but even more unbearably sexy as Sylvia unlocked the doorway to level after level of divine pleasure only a goddess should dare to achieve.

“Ya? …Ya? …YAH? Is there more?” she cried out as she stroked herself inside and out, raking her diamond-hard nails over her quivering K-spot. “Can there be more? …ohh … I can … ONLY I CAN! … Yesss!” Sylvia’s whole body sped up until she held infinity in the palm of her hand, saw eternities in an hour. “There's so MUCH more … I … only I–” Her shuddering body tumbled through the air.

“OH FUCK MEEEEEE!” Sylvia Shannon wailed. Fragments of glass were swept up around her before melting in the furnace of her body heat. Streamers of molten glass swirled behind her long limbs like water droplets, filling the flat with tiny skittering rainbows. Blasted over and over by hypercharged K-gasms too powerful for even her to bear, Sylvia discovered the threshold of her personal Xanadu and passed within. Tenants all over the building went down together, cumming themselves useless. It was the only response the human body was capable of while listening to their Goddess plunge into the uncharted realms of mega-ecstasy that opened up before her…

Superspeed conspired with infinite stamina to compress weeks and months of unending fiery orgasmic release into moments. Her animal groping brought her to climax a hundred new ways each second, her super-intellect ruthlessly exploring all possibilities of her godlike self-pleasuring. Consumed with ecstasy, all the little fears and limitations that made her 'Sylvia' dissolved, washing away in the flood. She'd become everything she wanted to be ...and in doing so abandoned who she was.

Somewhere on some distant metaphysical plane, the Curse of the Monkey's Paw snickered. “Gotcha, bitch.” It was hardly the first time wishes had devoured a person from within. Another cautionary tale with a modern twist: The girl who encountered one of the universe's cheat codes and had gotten herself stuck in permanent GodMode.

Sylvia Shannon, clever exchange-student and sexually frustrated young woman vanished. She'd replaced herself cell by cell with an entirely fictional creature: a free-spirited, limitless nymphomaniac granted incalculable power and the insatiable libido to match… A creature for whom human vulnerability and disappointment were now only fading memories. The youthful, mischievous, and wildly lascivious deity Sylvia had invented was no more similar to the tiny human girl she'd sprouted out of than a 200-year oak tree is to the acorn.

Arching back in midair, the crystal blue eyes of the new deity snapped open. Twin threads of furious red-gold light leaked from the windows of her soul, lancing through the roof and out into space. Her incarnation into this world was a supernova of sexual release, every cell in her impossibly powerful body a factory both creating and experiencing pleasure. Her throes of ecstasy could have shattered the world if it hadn’t all been so neatly contained within her wonderfully touchable, utterly invulnerable skin. The stellar cataclysm within the silken glove.

“Ooooohhhh…” what Sylvia had become sighed at merely mortal volume, celebrating her escape from salacious daydreams into tangible reality. She rolled her neck and shoulders, shook out her whole long, shapely body, reveling in the most primal physical pleasure of all: existing. She had become real... Real! Released upon a world where no one could come close to opposing or denying her.

“Well, that was fun,” Ur-Sylvia announced brightly. Accurate, at least for certain values of ‘fun’ that might include infinity.

The roommates crawled out from behind the couch, looking rather disheveled. The new 'Sylvia' smiled down at them over her buoyant tits without feeling the slightest bit of modesty at their stares. She completely embodied the silhouette the nerdy cosplayer had been chasing all damn day. ‘Let ‘em look,’ she thought, filled with gratitude for their part in her creation. Why should she hide anything about herself?

She flew down and hugged them both to her ample chest, her legs coiled so her feet never touched the floor. If she'd stood barefoot between them she'd still tower over them now! She loved the way her big soft breasts almost swallowed their faces. “Way better than a puppy,” she announced, leaning down to plant a sisterly kiss on each of their foreheads. Even her voice was bigger than Sylvia’s had been, a rich alto resonant with deeply feminine mystery, tempered by carnal experience beyond mortal imaginings.

“What?” Sophie asked confused. She was in awe but dared to lean in, nuzzling her cheek against her floating friend’s breast anyway. So soft … so strong … so beautiful. Without even meaning to, she started licking.

Bree gave her a funny look too, then wriggled out of her grip with a surprising strength of her own.

“Oh, nothing.” Sylvia cupped the breast not being rubbed by Sophie’s face and lifted it for emphasis. “Hey, Bree. I like what you had to show me,” she said, deadpanning infinite gratitude as if they’d only brought home some new plates and bowls for the shared kitchen.

She couldn’t resist squeezing her epic mound gently while Sophie attacked the other with greater enthusiasm (if less effect). Fragile little Sophie was gonna have to be careful hanging around two beings who could pop the tops off of tanks like opening a can of soda. Bree was a weakling compared to her, but she could still send the turret sailing hundreds of feet away using only one pinky.

Damn! That was a feeling that wasn’t going to get old before the heat death of the universe. “Oh! Yeah… you just keep doing that…” Sylvia sighed, almost overcome being caressed by someone else for the very first time. Someone who wanted nothing more than to find pleasure in giving her pleasure. Her hand rose and gently stroked Sophie’s red hair. Right there, Sylvia decided she was going to find a way to share K-gasms with her. With both of them. With lots of girls if she could. Almost the moment she thought it, a few promising ideas leaped to mind...

“So… Wishes huh?” She looked at them both carefully, noting every detail with her far better than 20/20 vision. Her perfect memory now easily sorted out all of Bree’s earlier rambling and filled in a thousand more details with laser-sharp intuition. “Looks like you both had a taste too…”

“Yeah, it seems like you only get one though. We had pretty good luck with ours.” Bree smiled, then picked up her broken TV with both hands and crushed it into a golf ball. Way cooler than lifting a couch.

“Not like you!” Sophie cried out in rapture before burying her movie-star face in cleavage again. She didn’t seem to mind Sylvia’s vastly greater good fortune at all!

Sylvia pried Sophie off gently but firmly and set her back a step. “Well, as much as I’d like to stay home and finish wrecking this place all supergirls-gone-wild, I’ve still got the biggest masquerade of the season to go to.” ‘ …and a certain Gina to watch choke,’ she thought to herself, still processing the to-do list of Sylvia's daydreams. Then her eyes went wide.

“You two should totally come!”

Poor choice of words perhaps, as Sophie squealed in response to the suggestion, cumming immediately. She would have launched herself at Sylvia again if the goddess hadn’t laid a palm against her forehead, holding her at arm’s length like an over-anxious four-year-old.

“Well, I assume that’s one ‘yes’.”

Bree shook her head. “You know that’s not my thing, Sylvie…”

“You should still come, Bree. You’ll make a great Jessica Jones.” Sylvia smiled. “Sophie can go as the Phoenix.”

Bree had watched the Netflix show at Sylvia’s insistence. The gloomy, superstrong PI had kicked much ass. And she wouldn't mind finding a hunk to play Luke Cage for her. She wasn't sure who the Phoenix was, but she was betting Sophie was hotter. Both of her roomies were just off the scale now!

“Maybe,” she considered the offer more seriously. ‘It could be fun? Just once?’ she thought to herself, trying to work herself up to a ‘yes’.

The blonde sex-bomb facing her put some of the lusty moans back in her tone. “I’ll make it up to yoooouu…” she crooned. At which point the already over-stimulated Sophie collapsed to her knees.

“Fine! Fine …” Bree grimaced, almost going off herself as Sylvia’s sexy-voice licked other parts of her body than just her ear. She wondered if that was one of the powers you find in the comics? She had a growing suspicion somewhere along the line Sylvia had cheated.

“Great!” Suddenly Sylvia was gone and most of the house seemed to blur. A random, wild wind tugged at Sophie’s ruby-red hair and the house flickered around them in a sort of 3D time-lapse movie.

When Sylvia slowed back down to mortal-time almost two minutes later the whole flat had been tidied up, there was cardboard cut to shape and taped over all the broken windows and she held out hand-sewn costumes for each of them (hand-worked, because there was no way Sylvia’s machine could keep up with her now). The floor was still a write-off, but she’d have to learn carpentry before she could fix that or the crazy squiggle she’d burnt through the ceiling. She’d also recreated her 'evil clone' Power Girl outfit from scratch, perfectly fitted to her new height and measurements. Her long bare legs and the dramatic boob window revealed an awful lot of her curvaceous and silky skin.

“Th-that’s your costume?” Bree asked, unable to look away from the rise and fall of bare flesh peeking through the cutout. You could hide an entire Christmas pudding in the deep cleavage Sylvia had on display. Sophie pounced on her new clothes and raced off to her room to change.

Sylvia rolled her beautiful pale blue eyes, then tugged on the white gloves that were an essential detail of the look “Bruce Tim’s Galatea, you heathen! It's still perfectly PG rated. I want to wow the judges, not give them heart attacks.”

“I’m thinking that’s still a possibility …” Bree muttered. The goddess heard her perfectly, of course, and laughed with her.

The towering blonde looked down at herself. “Finally, the body this costume deserves…” she said softly, her leotard starting to tent over her stiffening nipples. Having a moment of pure Sylvia flashback, she vanished and the door to her room slammed shut. There was another earth tremor before she reappeared in front of Bree, not a hair out of place and her top strategically reinforced at the bust against further unintentional reveals.

“Heehee.” the coltish goddess said timidly, her face flushed and knowing Bree wasn’t fooled for a second.

“Think that’s gonna keep happening? We may need better insurance…”

“Fuck, I hope so.” She stretched languidly as a cat after her little bit of exercise, floating right up off the ground again. Her body catching up with her breasts that never seemed to be anything but weightless. “Best. Day. Ever.”

Bree had to agree.

“Plus, there’s that thing you did with your breath!” Sophie chirped, having snuck up behind her floating roommate and wrapping herself around her, groping both her mounds again. “It was like an indoor hurricane. I bet you can hold your breath for months!”

“Hold… my breath…” Sylvia mused. “That’s brilliant, Sophie!” She giggled wickedly, making Bree and Sophie’s knees go weak all over again. Her mere presence was a ‘standby to cum’ sign. “Ok, girls. So the gala starts in about an hour. Don’t take this the wrong way, but before then I really need some dick. I’ll be back in a minute. …Hmm, five minutes if he’s lucky.”

She vanished again, this time leaving Sophie empty-handed and the Galatea outfit neatly draped over the back of the couch. The front door flew open with a bang.

Sophie looked conflicted. “Is it just me, or did she get kind of scary?”

Bree smirked. “A bit, yes.” Then casual as could be, she strolled over to the scorched circle of wood-flooring where Sylvia first fell and plucked up her nugget. She was almost certain it was smaller now. But even so, it must still have had hundreds of wishes left in it.

Sophie tilted her head with the unspoken question.

Bree grinned. “If we’re going to a costume party, we’re definitely bringing this.”


Ian was in the zone. Cutting through the chemical-scented waters of the Olympic sized training pool, he felt his muscles humming with barely constrained energy. This was going to be one of his best times this season.

A pale young blonde woman of staggering proportions strolled naked out of the girl's locker room and walked along the very edge of the pool, staring intently into the water. A coach came towards her, uncertain if he should be furious or concerned for the nude girl… until she smirked and launched him twenty feet sideways with an idle flick of her hand. He hit the center of the pool with a huge splash. Just as all eyes of the thin crowd of after-class students in the stands were drawn to the impact, she reached Ian's lane and dove in with hardly a ripple.

Ian's ears heard the commotion poolside, but his brain filtered out everything except the need to go faste–

His cupped hand clipped something underwater soft and yet more unyielding than the molded concrete rimming the pool. He became aware of a presence in the water. Bubbles swirling around his face, Ian struggled to make sense of the curvaceous patch of peach-colored skin beneath him. Was there someone under him in the swim lane?! Someone casually keeping pace with his best speed...

Ian stared down through racer's goggles. The presence resolved itself into a female figure. Incredibly female actually. It was a naked girl pacing him! Damn, she was stacked: he had never seen larger breasts in person. ‘Eminently fuckable’, his penis informed him with a sharp twitch.

Before he could finish the thought of getting inside her, an impossible undertow gripped him. He let out a startled yelp that cost him precious air as he was drawn down into the depths. The girl hooked one long leg over his and caught him by the wrist before drawing him into the depths. He was a powerful swimmer but nothing he did seemed to budge her at all. Ian was baffled. Even if she was pretty big (maybe even as tall as him, he mistakenly underestimated), he still should have been able to shake her off! He was no stranger to pool-wrestling. Water-tussling with women too. He’d gone midnight skinny dipping in this very pool with some of his hottest fans. They could be dangerously grabby, lacking respect for the water. But this spectacular pool-nymph left them all in the kiddy pool in both the strength and looks departments. She had all the right curves in all the right places while her belly and limbs sported a degree of sleek gymnast muscle-tone that left him aroused and jealous at the same time. Who the hell was she? Did she go to this school? Her gorgeous face seemed curiously familiar...

He still had breath to spare but his inability to pull away left Ian with a growing sense of alarm. The single graceful hand around his wrist had him shackled more firmly than handcuffs and she pulled him to the bottom without any obvious paddling or kicking. They sank like she was made of living stone. He tried to push away with his free hand but she shifted slightly and he instead found his fingers splayed across her massive breast, a firm nipple digging into his palm. Before he could even feel shocked at how soft and warm her flesh was, she’d caught his other wrist in her vice-like grip, pulling both his hands to her bust where she ground them into her giant tits.

Sylvia shivered, eyes closed. She was awash in tiny multiple orgasms, not just from her beautiful new breasts being groped by male hands for the very first time, but because this was Ian's hands on her, the very stud-muffin she’d stalked for months. Only the tables had turned and now he was the one desperately eager to please, to worship her. Their roles were more than reversed: he was entirely at her mercy. His scorn had threatened Sylvia’s enrollment but now his life depended entirely on her gentlest kiss...

Ian saw the pool-angel open her eyes and gaze lustfully at him with a wide smile that was almost scary. She leaned in over her glorious bust and kissed him full on the lips. Sweet, cool air blew out of her mouth and Ian inhaled deeply, silencing the terrified gibbering of the part of his mind certain he would drown in her steely embrace.

They touched bottom. She’d spun them about so his ass cheeks were pressed to the smooth concrete while she mounted him, effortlessly anchoring him to the floor. She moved like she wasn’t even in the water, its thick resistance meaningless before her strength while his skin rippled over taut muscles, blasted by the powerful currents she generated with every gesture. He began to suspect her high, round breasts were always that shape, with or without the added buoyancy of water.

Ian looked up at the surface, a mere eight feet and forever far away. Little pieces of something floated towards it. He realized the scraps were the remains of his swim trunks. He had no idea when in this fantasy scenario she’d torn them off him, but it explained the gentle probing of her fingers on his bare scrotum as she inserted his rigid penis into herself.

Ian’s eyes rolled back in his head. The sensations of slippery warmth and pulsating pressure on his cock were staggering. His dick tingled like someone had dusted it with pure cocaine. His pulse quickened and his member grew as hard as he'd ever known. Had he said pool-angel? He quickly upgraded the creature methodically fucking his brains out to Pool-Goddess! Then seconds later before he lost the use of words entirely he promoted her again to something closer to the truth – ‘Sex Goddess’.

Sylvia was having a grand old time too. She'd underestimated how long this would take, forgetting the human involved could only be rushed so much. Either way, she wasn’t going to deny herself this. Sweet justice for the months of humiliation after he’d turned down Sylvia’s advances. Full recompense for the terror she’d felt at the prospect of being kicked out of school. Now Ian here was going to make it up to her with interest.

She pumped herself slowly up and down the boy’s trembling rigid pole, reveling in both the magnificently rich sensations coming from her cock-stuffed cleft and her absolute power in this scenario. She was pleasuring the gorgeous team captain in ways no one else ever could. In fact, she intended to use all of her skills to fuck him until she created a whole new sexual orientation: Sylvosexual. When she was done, he’d never get it up again without fantasizing about her.

Every so often she leaned down and blew another breath of life-giving air into his lungs through his delicious lips. She stroked his skin, tasted his chemistry, mapped his faintest tremors, understood him more deeply than any girlfriend or lover before her. With that insight Sylvia played his body like a harp, plucking his strings to make music in his brain. Her own body trembled again with a mixture of triumph and revenge. The awkward nerd in her soul still had some scores to settle before she considered any kind of life as a benevolent Goddess.

Strong hands seized her roughly and she laughed so hard she nearly lost her rhythm. A half dozen of the athletic young men in other lanes had come to Ian’s rescue only to discover they’d have an easier time lifting a blacksmith’s anvil out of the bottom of the pool. Sylvia nearly came on the spot: the whole swim was throwing themselves at her instead of vice versa!

Perfect symmetry at last, and every bit as satisfying as she’d imagined.

Still kneeling on the bottom with Ian pinned between her thighs, Sylvia arched her back and spread her arms wide, displaying her breasts proudly to the squad of would-be rescuers, inviting them to grab handfuls of goddess-flesh wherever they liked. All the while her hips rose and fell like an oil well pump jack, relentlessly dragging Ian closer and closer to incoherent release. She leaned down to give Ian the next life-giving kiss that could only come from her bottomless lungs. The many hands grasping her were becoming less insistent tugging and more of a lover’s caress exploring her bare and welcoming body.

With stopwatch-precision timing, she gave each of her watery suitors ‘breath kisses’ even as her churning vagina wrung climax after climax from their team captain’s swollen cock. Confident Ian would be grateful for any pause, she began to shift and flow between the others, wrapping her incredible curves around them and stoking their arousal until she had every dick present as hard as granite. There was no rush: she’d filled her lungs with enough compressed air to keep them all down there for days if the mood took her. Still, she was ready to get her little impromptu aquatic orgy started in earnest.

The pool began to churn like it was on a slow boil. Spent and trembling swimmers began to float to the surface only slightly less limp than dead fish. Sylvia had been a faster learner than even she’d expected: she’d fucked every one of them senseless on her first try. Flitting from lover to lover, her superhuman pussy had hungrily consumed their manhoods, bottoming out even the thickest and longest of them. With increasing confidence in her divine sexual prowess, she gave them exactly what their bodies cried out for, the 'goddess in the water' fulfilling their every carnal fantasy. She was delivering customized orgasms a dozen times more powerful than any of them had ever had before. But Ian... Ian received her special attention – each time one of his teammates collapsed, she mounted his loins like a queen taking her rightful throne. Every boy she sent floating to the surface was a lesson learned from the school of "how to make Ian cum that much harder!" and she shared everything she was learning with him. After breaking the last of the other boys, Sylvia’s ripples of cascading pleasure began to align, building to a full K-gasm. The pool became a vortex as she rode Ian at a pace strictly for her pleasure. She climaxed with a howl of triumphant ecstasy, emptying her lungs and creating a burst of foamy water bigger than if the entire swim team had all cannonballed into the pool at once.

As students fished the unconscious swimmers out of the pool they were stunned to see the flushed and naked Sylvia rise from the center of the foam, pool water draining down her long legs and pointed toes. Ian hung limply, clasped in her arms. Her kiss on his forehead was almost motherly, while his muscular body trembled helplessly in her inescapable grip. He was wiped out, the victim of a full dozen sets of excruciatingly intense multiple orgasms that evolution had never equipped the males of the species to have. He'd cum over and over again, simply because she wanted him to.

“Now, Ian. I want you to train really hard...” She said encouragingly, her words laced with enough breathy promise of more sex to set his hips bucking spasmodically. Then a dangerous look filled her narrowed eyes. “...Because I deserve better.”

Before he could even flinch, she dropped him fifteen feet into the fizzing pool and vanished to the sound of tinkling glass as she blasted naked through the transparent roof above the swim center.

One millisecond later and three miles up, Sylvia clutched her breasts, mauling them with her infinite strength in a way the boys below never could. She lifted one to her lips and sucked until she felt another superhuman K-gasm coming on. She just wanted to prolong this moment she'd dreamed of so often: a better version of Sylvia dominating the swim team. Devouring them. Her new reality exceeded even her wildest fantasies. They really would be lying awake tonight thinking only of her. Just like the little mortal Sylvia used to imagine.

Her fingers literally vibrating as she stroked and fondled herself, she balanced on the pinnacle of bliss for long seconds that were an eternity. What Sylvia had become looked out over the city with clear blue eyes both hungry and playful. From up here, it was obvious the whole world was laid out before its new Goddess, waiting breathlessly for her to claim them. To raise them up or cast them down…

“Oh, this IS the Best. Day. Ever.” she spoke like thunder, rattling windows all the way to Paris. Then she set her sights on home. She still had a masquerade to go to!

This is not an actual scene (yet), but I'm having a little fun working out what post-wish Sophia looks like .