Based on Character Created by:  Dusty Bottums

Special thanks to all that have inspired this little work, including Darrell 14, Blogger, Happiest In Shadows, Larafan, Yosh, Mickey, Chip Proser, and of course, Dusty who is the 'creator' of Latexxa.  Would love to hear back any feedback via my email address, This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

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PRESENT DAY

“Oh my God......Oh my God!”  panted the portly man as he stood behind the concrete pillar desperately trying to catch his breath.  At 278 lbs, but standing only 5’10 Dr  Charles Lampard was hardly the epitome of a fit athlete.  Quite hardly!  He was a man of science, a man whose lifetime had been spent flexing his mental muscles rather than his physical ones.  But now, he would sell his soul to the devil to be able to run faster and longer.  Long enough to get away….

In the span of a few seconds as he caught his breath, Dr. Lampard quickly reflected on the events that got him to this point.  He reflected on his academic career as a Magna Cum Laude student at UCLA, with a double major in Chemistry and Biomechanical Engineering.  One governmental grant and four years later, Dr. Lampard had added three PhD’s to his resume and was one of the bright up and coming stars in the relatively small scientific fraternity that specialized in Nanological Gene Augmentation (NGA), a highly specialized discipline that involved the augmentation and splicing of nanotechnological compositions with human DNA at the submolecular level.

After a brief and quite lucrative stint at a leading biomedical drug company, a young Dr. Lampard was lured to a new startup company based in Waltham, MA – GeneDyne.  GeneDyne supposedly was on the “bleeding edge” of various NGA technologies, and was in need of a new head research scientist to push their projects through the glass ceiling.  Dr. Lampard was their guy and was rewarded handsomely for taking their experiment to the next level.

“The next level….”  mused a still-exhausted Dr. Lampard as he clutched his lab coat’s lower right pocket with a trembling hand to make sure it was still there.  Still to be certain, the good doctor reached in to discreetly pull out a syringe pistol loaded with 20cc of a bright pink fluid. 

“The next level….” Dr. Lampard repeated under his breath to no one in particular as he put the gun back into his lab coat pocket and folded the flap of the pocket over it.  As sweat cascaded down his forehead, Lampard wiped his brow with a handkerchief and took a moment to collect his thoughts and formulize a plan for his escape and subsequent disappearance.  It was the only way he thought to achieve the duel objective of surviving this ordeal and not letting the only remaining shred of his work – the NTTC-7 prototype – fall into GeneDyne’s hands.

From his initial days at GeneDyne, Dr Lampard had been project head of the NTTC project.  The NTTC Project was an initiative where submolecular, programmable nanites bathing dormant inside a titanium tetrachloride solution (NTTC) were injected into the human bloodstream for the purpose of augmenting and remapping human DNA with new, improved characteristics.  It was thought that using NTTC could help augment the recovery of muscular, dermal and skeletal systems for aid in post-operative therapy in critically injured patients – or so Dr. Lampard was led to believe.

Over the course of his three years at the company, Dr. Lampard had several successes and failures on the project but steadily led his team to a breakthrough only weeks ago, NTTC-7, which showed remarkable strength and stamina increases in its animal test subjects. Working late one evening, however, Dr. Lampard mistakenly was privy to a conversation between two high-level Genedyne executives outlining a conspiracy to steal the NTTC research for sale on the black market for the purpose of genetically creating the perfect assassin.  As their conversation got more sordid – including their discussion for the ‘accidental death’ of the head of the team, Dr. Lampard knew he had to do whatever it took to cover his tracks and secure the NTTC-7 prototype.

Over the next eleven days, Dr. Lampard took care to methodically sabotage or erase every pertinent piece of information relating to the project itself.  All except one – the 20 cc’s of NTTC-7 that had been manufactured and was kept under strict lock and key.  Of course, being the project head, Dr. Lampard would have no problem getting his hands on the vial….

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As Dr. Lampard again put his hand over his lab coat pocket to assuredly feel the outlined bulge of the syringe, he again second guessed his decision to steal the formula rather than destroy it.  At first, the doctor tried to kid himself in that he thought could use the potion as a bargaining chip if he were caught.  But he knew full well that once they had the potion, he was a dead man.  As Dr Lampard’s hand continued tracing over the gun, a wry smile crept over his face.  No, it was scientific vanity that prevented him from destroying the prototype.  This vial was the culmination of an unprecedented career in his prestigious field of his science.  And he wasn’t about flush it down a toilet basin like some dead goldfish!  Besides, it wasn’t like he was running with a filing cabinet in his pocket, it was 20 cc!  His whole life’s work in an easy-to-inject syringe!

Dr. Lampard’s amusement was abruptly interrupted by the shouts of a man standing on the mezzanine level looking down at him. 

“There he is!” screamed the man in dark sunglasses as a mass of customers and vendors looked up and around to survey the sight of several other men knocking over people and display stands as they forced their way through the crowd toward the direction of Dr. Lampard.

Dr. Lampard did not need another signal as he dashed through the food court, meandering through a sea of mall kiosks in hopes to get lost in the crowd amid the commotion.  But based on the speed of his pursuers and his comical rate of speed, he knew it was only a matter of time….

 

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Lexa stood watching everything develop along with the throng of the other mallrats, but whereas most of the onlookers saw this as drama or entertainment, Lexa’s keen sense of street smarts saw something else, an opportunity….

Lexa Thompson had grown up in some of the toughest suburbs of South Boston.  A byproduct of the Massachusetts foster home network, Lexa had bounced from home to home as a young child, each time with a penchant for hanging out with the wrong crowd and getting in trouble.

By the time she was 18, Lexa already had assembled a fairly impressive rap sheet, littered with counts of burglary, assault, petty theft, and even arson.  After serving a brief sentence in the women’s county lockup, Lexa decided it was in her best interest to keep a low profile and depend solely on herself rather than on the incompetence of others.

Despite her dubious past, Lexa Thompson had a rather high IQ, not to mention a lovely face, which unfortunately was masked under her disheveled appearance.  Nevertheless, as Lexa matured into a young woman, she was able to parley these gifts into a successful career as a sneak thief and pick pocket.

And so, in the chaotic and distracting scene developing nearby, Lexa took it upon herself to act quickly.  Silently, Lexa’s hand slid from underneath her handbag to grab one of the silver display chains from the kiosk in front of her and place it in her pocket.

“What the hell!” screamed the vendor, surprising Lexa and grabbing her wrist.  “You little thief!  Someone call the cops!”

Cornered like a mouse, Lexa did the only thing anyone would do in her situation – she swiftly kicked the guy in the balls and ran!

As the man yelped in agony and grabbed his manhood, Lexa took off running in the opposite direction, not wanting to wait around for mall security.

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  “Oh god….they….are…gonna catch me!” panted an exhausted Dr. Lampard as he ran, looking shoulder at the agents in hot pursuit.

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“Ha!  They’ll NEVER catch me!” declared Lexa to herself as she sprinted, looking over her shoulder in the opposite direction.

  ******************** WHAM! 

Like two runaway freight trains, the portly doctor and the sneak thief collided right into each other without any warning.  With his significant mass, Dr Lampard’s momentum won the brief battle as his body fell atop of Lexa’s, their bodies intertwining with each other as the crashed onto the hard terrazzo floor.

“Watch where you’re going, ass—“

THIFFFT!!!!

“OW!!!  What the fuck was that?!?!”

The sound was brief, almost silent – but unmistakable to Dr Lampard as his eyes widened.  He frantically patted his coat pocket for the syringe gun but he was interrupted by the GeneDyne security detail which descended quickly on Lampard and Lexa.

“Ow!  Let me go you fuckin’ jerks!” screamed Lexa as she was thrown up against the wall and searched thoroughly by one of the GeneDyne security personnel.  Agent Matthews’ hands swept across and over Lexa’s body in search of contraband or weapons – or anything else he might enjoy finding.  As the burly man’s hands groped her less than impressive bustline, Lexa slapped his hands away angrily.

“Watch it, tramp!” said the agent as he painfully grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her hard and flush up against the concrete wall.  Lexa could feel her neck muscles straining under the force of the man’s grip, her left cheek scored against the course concrete exterior as she struggled in vain against her captor.  But he was too strong for her to do anything!

“How am I gonna get outta ---“  Lexa mused to herself as her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp sensation that conducted through her entire body like a faint electrical current.

“Whoa!” Lexa whispered to herself as her body tensed underneath Agent Matthews steely grip, unbeknownst to her that things would never be the same again….

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“What the fuck? WHERE IS IT, DOCTOR?” screamed another member of the security detail as he held an empty syringe gun in front of Dr. Lampard. 

Dr. Lampard stammered as he struggled in vain against the two other agents restraining him.  “I…I…don’t know what you……it was empty and ---“

“QUIET!” screamed the agent as he slapped Dr Lampard across the face causing him to slump in the other agents’ arms.  As the agent grabbed the doctor’s cheek, a shrill scream permeated through the mall atrium.

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 “AIEYYYYY!!!” screamed Lexa in pain as a sharp pain jolted through her entire body.  Agent Matthews, obviously startled, eased his neck hold and took a step back as the crowd watched Lexa Thompson’s body slump to the floor like a sack of fertilizer.

Lexa lay on the ground, breathing erratically, clutching her chest, terrified that she was having a heart attack.  Her eyelids flapped and fluttered like window shutters in a storm, slowly feeling heavier until they snapped shut, too heavy for her to open.  Lexa’s hands, her feet – her entire body – seized frantically as her breathing became faster and shallower.  She was positive she was going to die!  A slight thumping echoed through her brain as she lay in darkness, her beating heart the only sound she could hear.

“THUMP….….THUMP………….THUMP……………………..THUMP”

Like a metronome, Lexa listened to her heart, as its beat slowed with every pulse. A calmness swept over her as she prepared herself for inevitable death.  Then suddenly – without warning – the pain that was so acute before began to subside.

“THUMP…………….THUMP……………………………..THUMP…….THUMP…….THUMP….THUMP…….THUMP THUMP…………THUMP…………THUMP THUMP THUMP….THUMP………”

Lexa snapped open her eyes as she wondered to herself momentarily if she was actually dead.  As she clutched her chest, she could feel her still heart beating steadily but no long in synchronicity with the beat in her head.

“THUMP..THUMP……….THUMP…THUMP THUMP THUMP..THUMP …THUMP..THUMP……THUMP THUMP .THUMP …….THUMP THUMP.THUMP…….THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP….THUMP THUMP THUMP………”

As Lexa looked around in bewilderment, her eyes scanned and focused on her surroundings with the speed and precision of a high-powered telescope.  Her eyes darted from left to right as she took a mental inventory of a myriad of colors and shapes.  Every color now so vivid, every detail now so clear:  the sixty-five individual links of the necklace that girl in white was wearing, the twenty-four individual sweat beads on Agent Matthews brow, the forty-three aphids on the philodendron sitting on the Mezzanine balcony!!

Her senses kicked into overdrive as her mind processed all this information with the speed of a computer, and Lexa suddenly began to take note of what was happening. 

“THUMP..THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP……….THUMP…THUMP THUMP THUMP..THUMP …THUMP..THUMP……THUMP THUMP THUMP .THUMP …….THUMP THUMP.THUMP…….THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP….THUMP THUMP THUMP………”

“What is that soun –“  Lexa mused to herself as she abruptly paused in midthought, a wry smile emerging on her face  as the young woman gently placed her small hand across her chest again.  As her eyes scanned the crowd that was gathering around her, Lexa realized that the thumping she heard HAD been her heart – and the heartbeats of the surrounding crowd!  Like her eyesight and her IQ, her auditory functions were now off the charts! 

Mere seconds had passed since Lexa had collapsed to the ground, but to her it seemed like minutes -- almost hours – to new newfound supersenses.  The calmness that she had felt now was replaced with a euphoric sensation that – up to this point – had spread through her body like a gentle ebb tide.  But as the  NTTC-7 worked its way into her bloodstream and through her heart, a tidal wave of pleasure erupted like Krakatoa inside the young woman’s body.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” grunted Lexa as her rolled to her knees, her back spontaneously arching against the wall as she spasm.  BOOM!  Her head struck the concrete wall with the force of a wrecking ball, plaster flying like shrapnel.  As she continued to arch her spine, her head slowly ground into wall, flaking off bits of solid concrete underneath her hair.  A faint muffled grinding sound resonated behind the young woman – like soup crackers being crushed in their wrapper – as the onlooking crowd inched closer.

They stared at Lexa – some with curiosity, some with confusion, some with disdain, some even with lust – all completely unaware of the amazing chemical and physiological changes taking place in her body.  And completely unaware of the perilous danger many of them would soon be in.

Lexa bit her lip as her hands clutched her thighs, as she felt her dormant leg muscles pulse with newfound life.   Her fingernails savagely dug into the denim as the NTTC-7 nanites reshaped her legs and transformed her DNA at the cellular level at light speed.  Tendons and ligaments rewove themselves like strands of steel and muscles tore and re-grew with abnormal size and unbelievable power.  Fat cells melted and bones reinforced themselves with alarming density, her skin erotically tightening around her thighs like a titanium cocoon as it spread downwards.  Her thighs, her hamstrings, her calfs, her feet…. Lexa moaned as her legs grew and morphed themselves into pillars of shapely, raw superhuman power.

RIIIIPPPPPPPP!!

The tearing of denim echoed loudly through the uncharacteristic stillness of the mall.   Lexa’s leg muscles and feet exploded through her jeans like wet tissue paper to the oohs and ahhs of the crowd.  As Lexa slowly rose, she laughed to herself and caressed her thighs as she could almost FEEL the sheer power inside her muscle-
packed legs.  Staring intently as her legs, Lexa flexed them experimentally.  Superhuman cords of muscle erupted across every square inch of her legs.  They were so huge, yet so feminine – and so, so strong!

As Lexa reveled in the feeling, the rest of her body was undergoing a similar transformation as the NTTC-7 continued to work its way through her bloodstream.  Every bone…every tendon….every fiber …every cell became a target for the NTTC-7 nanites, as Lexa became lost in the sensation.  Lexa’s body became an ocean of seething lava and unspeakable power.

Lexa clutched her chest euphorically as she felt her breasts begin to expand.  With her new fabulous senses, Lexa felt every erotic sensation as her breast tissue began to microtear and repair itself at mindblowing speed.  Layers of fleshy, female fat cells genetically remapped into steel hard lean feminine muscle at light speed.  Layer upon layer of superhuman breast tissue exploded forth, pushing out Lexa’s lycra top to the breaking point. 

Lexa cooed and giggled as her superhuman ears could literally hear every fiber in her top beg for the transformation to stop, as her chest ballooned outward more and more, finally relenting to reveal a perfect symmetrical pair of 37C breasts that seemed to defy gravity and sit proudly on her chest.

Despite her well-deserved elation, the NTTC-7 still continued to pump through her veins, the nanites traveling like millions of hypersonic torpedoes seeking out new organs and cells to improve Lexa to the cusp of perfection.

“Wow!” Lexa mouthed, the words failing to resonate through her vocal chords, as the feeling was almost too much to bear.  Lexa’s hand floated over her arm as she felt her superhuman blood race through her veins.  On cue, Lexa stretched her arms out to her sides, inviting the power…almost begging for it.  As she clenched her fist, Lexa laughed manically as her skinny arms grew in size and then tightened.  Flab in her triceps disintegrated as her forearms exploded revealing tendons like suspension cables.  As she flexed, her biceps erupted into two symmetrical superhuman bulges, two solid steel apples possessing more strength than any woman – or any person – could ever dream of!  Lexa continued to laugh louder as a cruel smile emerged on her flawless face, her super-enhanced thought processes racing on what she was now capable of doing – or more accurately, what she could NOT do! 

The entire transformation lasted 21 seconds.  And as quickly as it started, it was over.  The only sound that could be heard wafting through the crowded mall was the manical laughter of Lexa Thompson herself.  In a mere 21 seconds, the unimpressive girlish figure that stood before everyone moments before was now replaced with a physique that could only be described as goddess-like.

Lexa looked around, licking her lips like a hungry predator, feeling the superhuman power boiling in her body, ready to erupt.  The formerly 5’5” girl now stood an impressive 5’11” underlying the incredible strength locked inside her chiseled, muscular physique.

Lexa rubbed her hands over her body, taking a moment to mentally inventory every curve, every striation, every muscle on her new body!   Lexa could only smile.  She had always been picked on and had relied on her street smarts and attitude to survive.  But now things would be different!  She had no idea how strong she, but she was a titan, a true super girl!

The uncomfortable silence was interrupted by one of the agents closest to her speaking into his radio,  “Subject is meta-active.  Repeat. Subject is ---“

The man’s words were never repeated as Lexa moved with the speed of electricity itself.  The agent was only four feet away, but it could have been 40 feet!  It seemed like 4 INCHES as Lexa closed the gap in a flesh-toned blur and snapped her right hand out to grab his neck. 

CRAAAA---CK!

As her hand made contact with his neck, there was a dull snapping sound, like a dried stick.  With her hand moving at such incredible speed, the force of the contact had snapped his neck cleanly in two even before she clutched her hand around his limp neck. 

Lexa’s eyes widened at she got a first taste of her speed and strength in action.  But she wanted more!  As her kodachrome memory replayed the events of the past minute where Agent Matthews had slung her painfully against the wall, Lexa turned her head slightly, leering at Matthews with a dead look in her eyes.

“Hey, Buttercup….CATCH!”

With that, Lexa squeezed her hand around the dead agent’s throat, ripping it from his torso in a sickening display of raw, savage power.  Holding it up for a second so everyone – and Matthews -- to see, Lexa’s arm cocked and fired the severed head at Matthews’s torso like an ICBM.  Matthews barely had time to forge any expression as the severed head struck its mark – him – directly tap dead center, caving in his chest and ripping through his innards like a superhuman cannonball!

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As Dr. Lampard watched his “creation” toss the severed head THROUGH the bulky GeneDyne security officer, he was torn with a sense of utter fear and exuberant joy at the results of NTTC-7. 

With the other agents focused on taking down the target, Dr Lampard discreetly removed his outer lab coat and surreptitiously slipped into the panicked crowd.  As Dr. Lampard’s gait quickened as best a portly man like he could accomplish, he gazed back at the near naked female juggernaut, knowing that he would see her again when the time was right. 

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“Mmmmmm…..c’mon boys!  Is that all you got?”  Lexa purred amidst the crackle of three Glock 19’s.  Bullets streamed into the young woman – 45 in all – all with the same feeble results.  As each bullet struck Lexa’s now-impervious skin, her flesh dimpled slightly, then recoiled, proving that every square inch of her body was stronger than steel.  Forehead, cheek, shoulder, breast, abdomen, leg – it made no difference as a pile of deformed bullets fell like metallic rain at her feet. 

Lexa closed her eyes and relished the feeling of the bullets as they gently pinged against her like a horizontal sun shower.  “I’m sooooooo unstoppable!” thought the young superwoman as her thoughts were immediately interrupted by the distinct sound of three empty chambers clicking in vain. 

Agent Cortez was the first to reach for another clip in his holster.  Looking down, his hands clutched the ribbed metallic magazine quickly and with sole purpose as he had trained so many times at GeneDyne.  Suddenly, as his hand motioned towards the gun to reload, it was stopped in its track by Lexa’s feminine hand.

“Hey, sweetheart!  That for me?” asked Lexa coyly, as Agent Cortez struggled in vain to free his hand, his mind still unable to comprehend how she could move so quickly. 

She never felt so alive as she did now, as she saw the large man struggle in vain against her strength.  He was so strong and muscular – he must have weighed 250 lbs – but he couldn’t budge her grip one inch even with both of his hands.  And she wasn’t even trying!!!  

“Now, now!” scolded Lexa playfully wagging her finger with her free hand.  “If you’re gonna play that way, I get to use two hands too!” 

Agent Cortez gulped as he saw Lexa gently place her free hand underneath his, both his meaty hands – one holding the magazine clip -- now sandwiched between Lexa’s feminine paws. 

“Mmmmm, you know, that wasn’t nice to shoot me….” Lexa whispered, barely audible to Cortez as she slowly began pressing her hands together.  Agent Cortez begin to frantically scream as the muffled sound of his knuckles popping like bubble wrap rang like sweet music to Lexa’s hypersensitive ears.

“Hear that, chuckles?  That’s your BONES!” giggled Lexa as she continued to apply only a marginal amount of force – for her – as the skeletal structure in Cortez’s hand collapsed like dry straw.  After a few brief seconds Cortez relented on his screams, shock quickly setting in, rendering him unable to speak throughout the painful torture Lexa so casually was administering.

Cortez’s calcium bone infrastructure had no chance against the powerful brunette’s grip.  With even more crackling, bones were reduced to powder-like fragments, his hands becoming fleshy gloves with no support until her compression reached the metal magazine clip.  

The clip was made out of metal but it fared no better as Lexa’s gentle squeeze crumpled it – and its bullets – like a paper cup.

BAM!  BAM!  BAM!

Lexa grinned as she heard the sound of the bullets in the magazine fire under the insurmountable pressure and heat beneath her grip.  Blood from Cortez’s hand occasionally would squirt out like a fountain in place as the bullet shrapnel pierced his skeleton-less skin.

BAM!  BAM!  BAM!!  BAM!!  BAM!!

“Mmmmm, c’mon baby, I know you have more in there!”  teased Lexa as Cortez’s eyes rolled back on the brink of passing out.  Smiling evilly, she doubled the pressure in her squeeze.

 BAM!  BAM!  BAM!!  BAM!!  BAM!! BAM!  BAM!  BAM!! 

“All fifteen!” thought Lexa to herself as she let go and dusted her hands, Cortez’s unconscious body slumping to the floor.  As she swept her hair back sexily, she looked down at the lifeless body, his hands grotesquely mangled beyond repair. 

“Was it good for you, baby?” Lexa quipped rhetorically, clearly not expecting any answer.

The two remaining agents stood aghast at the site of the carnage, trembling with their reloaded pistols trained on the young superwoman.  

Lexa stood supremely confident, hands on her voluptuous hips, every muscle tensed and throbbing with superhuman power!  “C’mon guys!  Bring it—“

“FIRE!”

Bullets rained down on Lexa with the same effect as before – absolutely none!  They might as well have tried to sink an aircraft carrier with spitballs.  Bullet after bullet ricocheted off Lexa’s silky skin, not even leaving a smudge.  As the agent’s continued to fire, Lexa walked sexily towards them, hands still on her hips, like a lioness on the hunt.

Lexa’s superhuman hearing and brain disseminated every gunshot as she mentally counted each bullet from each gun as it fired.  As the last few bullets emerged from their respective gun barrels, Lexa lurched towards the men with the speed and fluidity of a supercharged cobra. 

Effortlessly, she grabbed each man by their collar, taking special notice to not prematurely kill them like the first agent.  As she hoisted the men in the air a good foot off the ground, she snickered at the ease at which she held these men aloft without any effort.

As the men dangled like marionettes, their legs flailed and kicked uselessly at the gorgeous superwoman holding them at bay.  Their repeated kicks were met with groans of agony as their feet struck the steel-hard legs of Lexa without any favorable results whatsoever.

“Now boys….” Lexa teased “I think it’s time we put our differences behind us with a nice group hug!”

Both agents’ eyes whitened as Lexa spoke, knowing full well the consequences of such action.  They strained with all their might against Lexa’s powerful arms for naught as she lowered them to the floor and wrapped her arms around both men’s chests simultaneously.

“There, there….that feels good doesn’t it?”  Lexa hissed as she began to apply pressure ever so slightly.  Erotically, Lexa bit her lip and closed her eyes, blocking out all sounds, save for the fearful, rapid heartbeats of the two agents.  Then inevitably, the sound of ribs cracking followed.  Her super sensitive ears picked up the sound of hairline fractures splintering first, followed by a series of sharp snaps – each signaling another broken rib on each man’s way to certain death.

The agonizing screams of the men were inaudible to Lexa’s selective superhearing as she relished each sharp crack.  Then, with a mighty hug, their remaining ribcages and sternums collapsed under the young woman’s superhuman embrace.

As Lexa relented, the two men slumped to the floor, blood coughing up from their mouths erratically, signifying inevitable death.  Lexa looked down on the men with disdain, placing her foot on one of the man’s skulls and then stepping downward – his skull sickeningly crushing as easily as an inflated paper bag.   

It was over as quickly as it began.  But was it over?  Lexa looked down at her arms and clenched her fists, marveling at the idea of her new abilities, knowing everything was in her reach now.  Nothing was unattainable!  She was beautiful, powerful and completely unstoppable. 

Deciding to wisely exit the scene of the carnage to gather her thoughts, Lexa crouched and flexed her superhuman thighs, propelling her shapely figure over 30 yards in the air to land on the second floor mezzanine, the marble floor cracking ever so slightly underneath her bare feet.  As Lexa calmly walked towards the second story exit, she glanced down at her pink tank top, completely bullet-ridden and clinging futilely to her prodigious figure.  Likewise, her French cut underwear seemed worse for the wear, not proving durable enough to stand up to a good old fashioned firefight. 

“I’m gonna need some new clothes…or maybe a COSTUME!” thought Lexa to herself as she walked past a Fredericks of Hollywood window display, stopping momentarily to glance at one the mannequins.

“Hmmm……latex……”