Kerry Smith's Ubergirls

Hi ! I found this old website 2 days ago from Kerry Smith :

web.archive.org/web/20031230025922/http://www.ubergirls.co.uk/

And I was very disappointed to see that all of his stories were now impossible to find.
(I've heard they were pretty good)
So I just wanted to ask if anyone knows if there is a place where I can find theses old stories, or are they all gone forever ?

Well not totally died, but this was a pain to find.

web.archive.org/web/20051214190954/http:.../stories/The-Bar.pdf

Birth of a Supergirl
Version Two
Chapter One
"It's all about economics, budgets, and politics, Joanna... no more is it about scientific break through or for the advancement of mankind."
Dr Sumner looked at me with his piercing green eyes from behind his massive mahogany desk. He was visibly worn and looked although he hadn't slept for days.
"Joanna, since the breaking of the human genome over a year ago now we have been working with BioMedical companies in Britain and America in trying to use those secrets locked up in our DNA to further biological science."
I nodded intently. Since I joined Dr. Sumner's team last Winter as an apprentice his intelligence, charisma and sheer brilliance has kept me at his laboratory on minimal pay as a lab assistant on some of the worlds most advanced experiments involving the human DNA.
"Joanna. The lab in which you are working in, under Dr Schlechenstein, is making rapid advancements in the manipulation of bone and muscle tissue of living organisms... am I right?"
I nodded furiously. Dr. Schlechenstein was another doctor I admired greatly and possibly even more so because she was a woman. I was one of a team of 14 who was working on manipulating muscle and bone structure at a genetic level on living organisms. Our work, it was said, would have profound implications on all sorts of genetic and biological muscle and bone deficiencies.
"Well, Dr. Schlechenstein isn't the only one making valuable progress."
Dr. Sumner stood up slowly and made his way over to the heavily graphitized black board. "Joanna, we are at the cutting edge of scientific break through here. Within these, and other genetic and
biomedical companies, we have made incalculable progress in DNA level manipulation over the
last 10 years.
The phone rang suddenly, and after a very short conversation with whoever it was on the other end of the line, he continued:
"We now have the ability to alter muscle and bone density, structure, and strength using simple genetic transfer tools. We can take complex organisms like a mouse for instance, and using radiation and transferable DNA sequences that we have been working on, increase that mouse's bone density and muscle efficiency by over 500%."
I looked at Dr. Sumner and mentally calculated the figures in my head. They were far beyond the figures that I had been working on with Dr. Schlechenstein.
"Joanna... please, this is important, we haven't much time. We have also been working on the applications and uses of these breakthroughs, together with the enhancement of other physiological attributes."
There was a sharp knock at the door and almost immediately after Dr. Schlechenstein and two security guards entered the room.
"Joanna" continued Dr. Sumner in heavy breath, "we are on the verge of one of greatest human advancements since human evolution slowed down rapidly over two million years ago."
One of the two burly men stood at the door, whilst the other was making his way directly over to me.
"Wait" shouted Dr. Sumner to the advancing guard. "Joanna, please listen... without the knowledge of our financers, a select group of the administration have been working on applying the techniques we have been working on to bring about the enhancement of mankind. We're so close Joanna... so close."
The guard had made his way over to my side and grabbed me suddenly. I cried out, confused and scared as Dr. Sumner ran towards me.
"Joanna, please, don't be scared. We only have a couple of weeks before our financiers find out what we are discovered. If they do, and our work and discoveries are not protected, mankind will be in grave danger. You hear me Joanna? We have discovered methods of manipulating the very physiological fabric of live, you understand...?
Dr. Sumner's voice trailed off as I was man handled out of his office and carted down the brilliant-while corridor. My thick-framed glasses fell to the floor as I was lifted by the guard that advanced towards me so quickly. I kicked and screamed to begin with, but it was no use - the man was too strong. I felt helpless.
I was taken to the B block where I was laid down on a metallic operating table in amongst a plethora of scientific instruments, many of which I had never seen before. I was numb with fear and had long given up the struggle. My thoughts turned to Dr. Sumner and Dr. Schlechenstein who were entering the room with a couple of doctors I'd never laid eyes on before. It was feasible that they all worked here because so many staff were involved with the company.
Dr. Sumner approached the table, looking at my fear ridden face. "Please, Joanna, do not worry about a thing. Things may look confusing now, but dear, after this is all over, you won't be able to thank us enough."
I looked into his eyes and saw genuine concern and truth. Why was he doing this to me, and what were they going to do to me? I hated him at this second, but as I gazed into his warm eyes I understood, somehow.
He reached over to the mask on his left hand side and brought it over my face. "Joanna, don't worry, everything will be okay..."
For the second time in minutes his voice trailed away as the gas flowed through my lungs and after seconds sent me into a deep deep sleep.

Birth of a Supergirl
Version Two
Chapter Two
Consciousness returned.
The noise of medical machines I'd never set eyes on hummed in my near vicinity, and once I stirred a little a sharp movement from a person very close to me sprang to his/her feet and left the room quickly.
By the time I had regained full consciousness and opened my eyes, they were greeted by Dr Sumner and a warm smile.
"Welcome back Joanna" he said as he placed his hand upon mine. "You feel good, yes?"
My head was a little dizzy and my brain was slowly but surely kicking in. I nodded.
I sat up on the bed and looked around me. I was in a different room from the one that I last remembered. The décor was slightly warmer… not so clinical, but clinical nevertheless as machines hummed away in the background registering the stuff that was being pumped into me by the needle on my right arm.
"How do you feel Joanna" asked Dr. Sumner as I rubbed my eyes.
I hesitated for a moment as I started to gain recollection of what happened. "Surprisingly good actually." My memory started kicking back in. Was it a dream or did it really happen? "Why am I here, in this bed?"
Dr. Sumner released his hand from mine and walked round the bed as he spoke. "Joanna, you remember us taking you and setting you down in the theatre, yes? He didn't wait for an answer. "You remember everything I told you back in my office before that… yes?"
I nodded slowly, carefully regurgitating the conversation in my head.
"Please, come with me and I will show you everything."
The doctor held out a hand and helped me off the bed. Under the circumstances I wasn't paying much notice to the hospital-type gown I was wearing, but couldn't help notice the two protruding breasts that now adorned my chest.
I stopped in track, looked down, and then back up at Dr. Sumner. He smiled at me before making a hurried gesture as if to say "follow me and I'll explain everything".
After taking the drips from my arm we only went into the next room where a comfortable looking sofa sat next to the wall behind a thick hardwood coffee table. We both sat and after offering me a drink, slowly began to explain everything in his typical infectious enthusiastic way.
"Joanna, we have embarked on a new evolutionary step for man... only this time it is man itself that is pushing forward. Like I said when we last spoke, we have developed very specialist methods of altering the physiological makeup of living organisms by altering characteristics on a genetic level."
The doctor continued, "Dr. Schlechenstein and I have made it our life's work to constantly improve on God's work. By altering muscle structure and composite we have developed methods of increasing muscle efficiency, not on a physical level, but on a genetic level. Over 15 years ago we started working on the Human Genome Project which would allow scientists in the future to alter the genetic makeup of unborn children and eradicate illness and disease forever."
I understood everything that Dr. Sumner was talking about. The joint project between America, Britain and the Commonwealth was one of the largest scientific undertakings the modern world has embarked upon, and here at the laboratory Dr. Sumner and Dr. Schlechenstein were noted for their exemplary work on the project.
"Joanna, Dr. Schlechenstein and I have been working on advanced DNA transfer methodologies to allow scientists to alter the genetic makeup of a fully developed adult. By perfecting these techniques, we are now able to alter appearance, ability, motor skills, intelligence, and disease susceptibility by literally altering a cell in lab conditions, sending it into the subjects body, and using DNA transfer techniques, can replicate that information to all living cells within the subjects body."
I looked at the doctor, fathoming what he was saying. "How long would it take for the body to distribute, transfer and start regenerating cells with the new makeup?"
"Ha!" Exclaimed the doctor, "this is why you were my best student Joanna. We have developed systems that increase cellular activity exponentially. We can deliver fully rejuvenated subjects in only two weeks."
His smile was fading as he looked to me and carefully held my hand. "Joanna. We - Dr. Schlechenstein and I - have carried out this pioneering technology on you."
The words weren't sinking in fast enough. Dr. Sumner was waiting for a reaction, but nothing came.
He stood. "You are a complete success Joanna. You won't believe the gifts we have given to you Joanna. You have nothing to be afraid of, I promise you." The doctor could tell I was numb with emotion. Anger, betrayal, fear, or something. He took the lead again.
"Joanna, in the last two weeks we placed you in a coma-like state and started the transfer of superior DNA into your body. The DNA had been prepared and modified since the first day you arrived Joanna. We took it from a strand of your hair and began modifying it using the techniques I just spoke of. The technology had been perfected and for reasons you'll learn of later, we needed to use this technology on a trusted subject."
"The doctor sat down next to me again. "We had a number of primary aims" he continued. "Alteration of physical appearance, and enhancement of your physical strength, motor skills, and immune system. You'll be pleased to know Joanna that our experiment was a complete success, please go into the bathroom and look for yourself."
Dr. Sumner pointed to a door to our left, and stood and stepped back. I stood and made my way to the bathroom slowly.
Opening the fragile wooden door, I entered the small titled room, turned on the light and locked the door. As the strip light flickered on, I looked into the full length mirror next to the sink. What stared back was not me, or rather it was, but a completely new me! The face that stared back at me wasn't anything like the one that stared back when I last looked in a mirror. The most striking feature was the perfect, wavy hair that sat below my shoulder that had replaced my long curly rag. I looked at my facial features which bore some resemblance to my former self. My cheek bones were more accentuated, my nose smaller, and my skin was a beautiful tanned color with no blemishes or unsightly spots like I used to have. My chapped lips were now naturally glossy and a bit fuller than before.
I looked more carefully into the mirror as my heart raced, studying every inch of my face. I was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. But how? I suddenly thought about the protruding mounds that I noticed earlier as I got out of bed. Still in the clinical gown that I was given by the company, I raised my left hand and touched my right breast. It was fantastically soft as I ran the back of my hand over the nylon material.
I looked over to the door to ensure it was locked, and upon seeing that it was lifted the gown over my head and let it drop to the floor.
The shock of seeing my new beautiful face paled into comparison as I took a look at my body. It was absolutely amazing. I guessed I was a little taller now, with the height difference coming from my legs. A frumpy pair of knickers that I'm sure one of the female scientists donated for my benefit covered my regions.
Three things struck me at once. The first was that my whole body shape had changed from frumpy hour-glass figure, into the perfection that I now looked at. The second was that my whole body shared the same gorgeous shade of tan as my face. The third, which struck as the most obvious, was that my 34A breasts had been replaced with the most amazing pair of tits I'd ever seen.
I looked at them in the mirror carefully. They sat adorning my chest in a perfect tear-drop shape defying gravity. Also tanned to the same shade as the rest of my body, I raised both hands and cupped them from the bottom. I looked down into my natural cleavage as I felt the soft breast
tissue in my hand. I looked into the mirror trying hard to suppress my smile. They were fantastic.
Looking further down, my previously flabby stomach was now of supermodel quality, merging perfectly with my pelvis and further down my legs which would now make a model jealous. I took a step back from the mirror to admire their beautiful shape and tan, and gently hand my hands from my outer thigh, into my inner thigh and down to my calves. They were so smooth, and were evidently where I gained the additional inches in height.
Turning around I attempted to look at my back, the back of my legs and my ass. Like the rest of my body my back was a glorious tanned shade, as too were my legs which showed absolutely no signs of the cellulite that had plagued my thighs before. I looked closer as my ass which was now so much smaller and pert than my old flabby bum cheeks. I pulled down the back of my knickers and was happy to see how perfectly smooth and tanned my skins was, and what a perfect shaped ass I now had.
Once I was satisfied with what I saw in the mirror I put my gown back on and reentered the room where Dr. Sumner waited patiently.
He smiled, sensing that I couldn't suppress my delight at what I'd just witnessed in the mirror.
"You like what you see, yes?"
Before I could tell the doctor of the joy of seeing that I possessed such a magnificent face and body, he continued."
"That is not all Joanna. There is more. Come this way please."
I followed the doctor, still in my gown which my nipples were now protruding from due to the way I ran my hands over and around my breasts; through to a small room adjacent to the one we'd exited.
Still excited about the prospect of walking the streets with a face and body like this, I was asked by the doctor to sit at the table provided. Looking around the room, it contained a number of machines that looked like they belonged in a gym.
"Joanna. You have seen how we have successfully given you a face and body that any young girl like you would be happy with, yes?"
I nodded in absolute agreement. I wasn't 100% how the doctor and his colleagues managed to do it, but I was impressed, and at this time deeply grateful.
"Joanna, what I am going to show you now is proof of how we have successfully altered your muscle and bone structures to give you physical strength that no other man on earth can match."
I sat down at one of the machines just as the doctor had instructed and rested my elbows on the pad in front of me and gripped the bar beyond it.
"Now, try and perform a few repetitions Joanna."
I slowly yanked the bar towards me feeling quite a bit of resistance at first, but it seemed to subside as I performed a complete repetition, then another, and another. The doctor was smiling as I placed the bar back into its natural position.
The doctor informed me that the weight attached to the bar was of moderate weight, and would expect me to be able to perform those repetitions before my transformation. Pulling the pin from the weights he reinserted the pin further down the rack and nodded to me. I took hold of the bar again, and like the previous weights the resistance was greatest at the beginning of the rep, but again seemed to subside quickly and before long I was able to perform endless repetitions of the weight.
The doctor seemed delighted. "Joanna, the weight you have just lifted is equal to that of the weight an experienced body builder would be expected to lift. Just. Please, we'll load it up some more."
I looked at the doctor as he took out the pin and reinserted it at the bottom of the pile. My gaze shifted from him back to my arms. Was I really this strong? Although I found a little resistance at the beginning of the lift, I found it very easy after to perform endless repetitions. I felt no fatigue in my arms whatsoever.
The doctor stood up again and looked at me waiting. I wasn't going to be able to lift these weights. There were loads of them. No man in the world could lift those. "Please Joanna", as if reading my mind, "just try".
I took grip of the bar again and adjusted my position as if to expect a weight I couldn't lift. I pulled the bar tightly and felt the resistance but carried on. To my surprise, although I felt a little resistance my arms showed of felt no sighs of giving up, and as I performed the lift and lowered it back down to the start position I found that I could perform numerous repetitions with ease.
It was amazing. I looked up at the doctor who just smiled back at me, no doubt proud of his work.
"The structure of your muscles now allow you to perform feats of strength and agility that no man can match Joanna. You still have a few more days until your muscles reach full capacity because the regeneration process still isn't complete. In the meantime you still possess superior strength that will only increase.
I stood up and walked slowly to the other side of the room. So many thoughts were rushing through my head it was hard to focus.
"Why me doctor? Why not you?"
"Because this process does not work as efficiently on male subjects. Due to chromosomal differences the process is designed for female subjects only. It's an easier process than you think Joanna. Using computer enhanced biological procedures that we developed over the last few years, we can take any female DNA, punch it up on screen and basically alter that DNA, produce a resultant strand, and reinsert and regenerate. The reason we chose you Joanna was because if this technology is going to be used on anyone, I couldn't think of anyone more trustworthy that you Joanna. This is a gift Joanna, and it's a gift that, in the wrong hands, would go terribly wrong."
There was a silence before the doctor suggested that I try out a few more machines to test the effectiveness of the doctors work. I felt a little like a lab rat as he monitored my efforts with glee, but all those negative thoughts fell to the back of my head every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I walked from one machine to another lifting weights that no man on earth could match. I was now superior to any man on the face of the planet. I loved my new looks and my new voluptuous body, and couldn't wait to show my new body to the outside world. At this moment in time, being gifted with a face and body of a supermodel superceded all the other strength and muscular enhancements the doctor had made. I was so ordinary before, and like every ordinary girl knows, being sexy and being able to dominate men with your body is a fantasy that we can only dream about. The doctor had given me a chance - and what a chance! The men would be drooling, over my beautiful face, my fantastic tits, and my long long legs and pert ass.

After the workout session and yet another chat from Dr. Sumner about the ethical uses of my new abilities, I was allowed to leave the building. Dressed still in my gown I walked to the second floor to my locker. Opening it, I took out my clothes that the doctor had kindly removed when they operated on me. I gripped the bottom of my gown and pulled it over my head and tossed it to the side. I was now naked bar the frumpy knickers I was still wearing. I walked over to the mirror above the sink in the toilets. Fuck I was beautiful. I ran my hand from my waist over my stomach and lightly over my perfect tits that sat high on my chest. I touched them, circling my nipples lightly and moving out to eventually cupping the soft breast tissue in my hand. God they were firm, but so beautifully soft. I knew that no doctor could perform such an operation to produce such perfection. It must have been genetic rather than physical, just like the doctor said. They were beautiful.
At that moment one of the other nurses walked into the changing rooms and glanced in my direction. Staring at my reflection I saw her hold her gaze for a little too long. Even other women were admiring my body!
Putting my jeans on which were slightly too short on the leg now, I took my bra in my hand. It was far too small now so I tossed it back into the locker and took the tight black top that I had worn to work. I put it on and stretched it over my tits which now looked fantastic as the stretchy t-shirt material molded itself around my mummery's producing a deft outline of my breast.
Leaving everything else behind apart from my wallet I took a walk out side of the building.
The first thing I noticed as I walked the 10 minute journey to my car was the attention I was receiving from people as walked past. Before I was invisible. Now I was beautiful and seemed to command the attention of both men and women. Many of the men that I passed letched over my body, visibly trying to undress me and staring acutely at my tits which, although very very firm, were still wobbling a bit. I smiled. I loved it.
I got in my car and left the complex car park. What do I do now? What does a beautiful 19-year old girl with super human strength and abilities do on a Tuesday morning?
Go shopping.
I couldn't think of anything to do. Dr. Sumner said that I could have the week off from the laboratory to explore my new surroundings, but had to check in twice a day to ensure everything was okay. I decided to go shopping partly because I was bored, but more importantly because I wanted some new clothes to show off my new sexy figure. Besides, none of my old clothes would fit me. I was now too tall for any of my trousers and all my tops were…well… boring.
I spent at least half of my savings account on shopping. Only 2 weeks ago I had no interest in shopping whatsoever, but things were different now. I had to shop for a whole new wardrobe, and what a wardrobe I now had. With a multitude of bras and tops to now choose from, as well as skirts, tight fitting trousers and boots, I now had the perfect wardrobe to show off my new found sexuality.
Walking back to the car I was reminded of my superiority as I held all shopping bags with ease, not realizing that they were probably extremely heavy, and as I placed my bags into the back of my car, I got my first chat up line…ever.
"Hey there."
I looked behind me to see a dark haired guy, probably about my height coming towards me. "Hey" I replied back.
It was still hard to fathom that this guy probably looks upon me as this incredibly sexy young woman, but I was still thinking like I was Jo…. Normal Jo. Saying that, from looking at myself in the mirror half the day trying on new outfits, I was quickly becoming used to looking back at such a beautiful face and body.
Whilst I was thinking all these thoughts, the guy was talking to me. Can't have been too important though as a quick smile from me - like I understood and enjoyed the joke, set him off in a new direction: dinner.
"No thanks" I said a little hesitant. My hesitancy came from a lack of experience in this field. No one had ever asked me out, and no one had every spoken to me with such enthusiasm and panache. He desperately wanted to take me out… and it showed. If I giggled a little it was through embarrassment and a little awkwardness. If I was going to go out the house with this body and face I suppose I'd better get used to turning people down.
After a quick and stumbling altercation, mostly due to me giving the wrong flirtatious signals, the guy left across the forecourt, no doubt even more confused about women. He was nice, but even my boyfriend wasn't worth giving up for him.
My boyfriend. On the way back to my flat I though about Stuart. We'd been together for over a year now, and although the relationship was now a sexual relationship, we'd never had the two-month sex thing. Things were…dowdy. That was actually probably my fault. When a woman is not confident with her body, she'll never be confident in bed. And by God, I was confident with my body now!
It was pretty dark by the time I got back to the flat, and walking up the stairs to my first floor apartment I felt the usual nervousness as I looked up at the outline of the broken lights that were meant to be illuminating my path. It was pathetic. Here I was, strong enough to lift dead weights that no man on Earth would manage, and I was scared of the dark. Tonight wasn't too bad. I felt that my eyes were working far more efficiently than they had done before, picking up more reflective moonlight so I could see clearer than ever before. Maybe I was just a bit punch drunk from today's realization that I was a super girl.
Once inside my flat I spent over an hour rearranging my wardrobe, throwing out the rubbish stuff and filling it with my nice new sexy clothes. I ran a bath whilst I went to the fridge for a glass of wine. The fridge stank from the remains of two weeks worth of rotten food. I wonder if Stuart had called round. We'd been going through a difficult patch recently largely due to the hours he was devoting to his new music shop he opened down in the city. I'd only seen it once, and that was when it was being refurnished. The idiot probably thought that I was just playing hard to get over the last two weeks. Tomorrow I'd have to pay him a visit and see what I could possibly do to spice up our sex life! He'll be in for a big shock.
I sank into to the bath, slowly running my hand softly over my new body. Feeling I was more sensitive to touch, my skin tingled as I lightly ran my fingers over my tits down towards my inner thigh and up again. It all still felt like a dream… and as I drifted off to sleep in the hot bath I thought about all the opportunities that would now be open to me. Tomorrow would be the start of a whole new life for me.

Birth of a Supergirl
Version Two
Chapter Three
I woke quite early in the morning and after a quick shower went back to my bedroom to change into something to go and see my boyfriend. After looking at all my purchases I made yesterday I finally settled on a tight red t-shirt with this short tartan-type skirt which came four inches short of my knees and finally some knee-high boots.
The boots were a special purchase for me. They were just so nice and oozed sex appeal. Men loved them, and finally finding a black leather pair that fitted my beautiful calf perfectly I snapped them up.
I looked in the mirror. I was still, after 24 hours of tests and looking into changing room mirrors, mesmerized by how beautiful I now was. I did a couple of 360"s and rearranged my boobs to fit into the top properly and deemed myself ready for the outside world.
Stuart's record shop was on the other side of town, and taking a slow ride in the car, was much more sensitive to the environment around me; all the smells, the sounds and sights were now so much clearer and sharp.
Parking in car on the opposite side of the road I entered the shop. A handful of people lined the racks of CD's and as soon as I stepped through the door all eyes diverted to me - or more specifically a quick glance at my tits, then my legs, and then back up to my face.
It was the first time I'd seen the shop and Stuart had done it out very well and professional. With so much energy and money being put into the shop he couldn't afford to not put every ounce of effort into the store. He wasn't around though, and doing a couple of laps of the racks I was finally accosted by a guy probably the same age as me.
I could immediately tell that he was uncomfortable around me and I made the most of it by walking towards him slowly as I talked, taking great amusement as he stepped repeatedly back. It was now that I was beginning to understand how intimidating beautiful girls like me where to men. He couldn't look me straight in the eye, and I found it odd that I reduced this probable normal guy into this shy boy. After I made it clear that Stuart's girlfriend was waiting outside for him he walked off to the back of the shop, probably confused that this super model was the girlfriend of his boss.
Stuart came out within a few seconds, and his face upon seeing me was pure comedy value. I watched him as I caught his eye first, then look around the rest of the shop, refocus on me, realize it was me, and then watched him look me up and down a couple of times.
We walked towards each other meeting in the middle of the shop. He was still confused and I took the initiative of taking his hand, asking where the office was, and leading him to the back of the shop. I closed the door behind me.
He was still speechless as I stood hands of my hips in front of him. "Well… what do you think then?" I asked with a grin.
"Is that really you Jo" he asked with visible bewilderment. He just couldn't believe that his girlfriend had been replaced with this voluptuous tanned super model.
I smiled, took my hands off my hips and walked toward him, my waist reaching head height as he sat on the cheap seat. I straddled him, lifting my left leg over his head, his legs now between mine, my skirt riding up my thighs.
We were both head height now. He gazed into my eyes and mine into his. He knew it was me, but just confused about the body and the change in direction in wardrobe. He started to speak, but I merely placed a slender finger on his lips - "sshh" I purred sensually. Taking his right hand with my left I gently glided it over my right breast. I watched his eyes uncontrollably avert from my eyes down to the soft breast tissue he was now gently groping. I was taking immense joy in watching my boyfriends face as his felt my mammaries, his left hand now feeling confident enough to begin touching my other breast.
After a few seconds I stood up and rested my right knee on the chair between his legs. I took his right hand and placed it against my tanned thigh, guiding it upwards to the tight thong I was wearing. I let go and felt the gentle touch of his hand moving up to my ass, tracing my thong behind in between my legs.
Without guidance he did the same with his free hand and I watched him feeling my ass also slowly migrating from my ass and thigh to my lower legs and calves, stroking the soft leather of my boots.
I knew the boots would get him horny. I'd seen him looking at other girls on the street and cringed when his made a "subtle" suggestion that maybe I should get some.
I bent down slightly and touched his cock, confirming my suspicions that he was now harder than I'd felt in a long time. With his hands still caressing my legs I reached around the tight red top I was wearing and pulled it over my head. I saw his eyes widen as they were now glued to the perfect form of my tanned tits. They stood proud on my chest - perfect shape, perfect size. I could see that he was about to make an enquiry about how they became so big/beautiful/tanned but I quickly snuffed it out by dropping back into my previous straddling position and forcefully stuffing my right breast into his mouth.
I felt his other hand lock itself onto my left breast, and the gentle suckling of his mouth and tongue over my nipples. Fuck… this never felt this nice before. I thought of his cock as it was now rubbing against my inner thigh, and then to my pussy which was now dripping wet as the fantastic feeling of his tongue on my tit forced my glands to secrete juices that now seeped through the thin thong material.
After a couple of minutes I ripped my tit away from his clutches, dropped to my knees and began to unbutton his trousers, finally releasing his cock. Gently grasping it I looked up at Stuart as he looked back in intrepid anticipation. I licked my lips a little, then slowly descended, gently wrapping my lips around his cock, flicking my tongue against the head of his penis.
I looked up to see him, eyes closed, writhing in ecstasy as I then took more of his cock down my throat gently clasping his foreskin with my lips.
It wasn't long before I felt the pre-contraction of his body and took his dick out of my mouth directed it so that he could ejaculate all over my tits, which he did with glee.
He looked exhausted as I wiped the remains of the cum from my chest with his shirt. I wasn't done yet though, and unbuttoning my little tartan skirt, let it drop to the floor revealing a tiny white thong with my moistness obvious around my lips. My beautiful tanned thighs caught his immediate attention, and I could sense that his cock would be ready again soon. Wearing just the thong and the boots I again straddled him kissing him on the lips and working around his neck, my hair brushing against his back. Allowing his hands to trace the string from the small of my back to my ass hole, I suddenly stood up and demanded that he rip my thong off. I was feeling fucking horny now and wanted to be licked out. As his ripped the thong down my thighs I took a step towards him, my carefully manicured pussy now head height for him, and shoved it in his mouth. He responded well, gently taking back my labia and licking my clitoris softly and deftly.
It wasn't long before I was slowly gyrating and suddenly climaxed. I held his head against my stomach as I yelled out my approval before opening my eyes to see Stuart fighting against my grip. My super strength. I released him immediately and watched as his took a couple of steps back knocking the chair to the floor.
"Sorry" I said, still panting from the result of his gentle licking of my cunt. He looked even more bemused clearly shaken from how strong my grip was and how vulnerable he felt.
"That was fucking amazing" I exclaimed as I took a couple more steps towards him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. You okay?"
"What the fuck is going on Jo. Look at you for Christ's sake. And you nearly fucking crushed my skull just then!"
I couldn't help but smile at my boyfriend. I had never seen the poor guy like this. I was now standing in front of him, naked bar my boots. I loved the fact that even in this situation he still couldn't peel his eyes away from my body.
"Shh" I said again, "we'll talk about all this later on tonight." I looked at my watch. I had an appointment with Dr. Sumner very shortly and wanted to get there on time. "Babe, I'll come over to yours tonight and explain everything. Don't be angry, just look at me. This is the new body you'll be fucking from now on.
I turned around and bent down to pick up my thong and skirt. I caught a glimpse of Stuart eyeing my tanned ass as I looked in the mirror opposite. Finally putting all my clothes on and compacting my tits into the tiny and immensely tight top, went back over to Stuart who had now regained a hard on just watching me dress.
I smiled and kissed him goodbye after grabbing his hand, motioning for him to pinch my bum. I confirmed that I would drive by tonight and explain everything to him, and left by his office door. Closing it behind me and walking across the shop floor I flashed a smile to the shop assistant as he suddenly peeled his eyes from my bouncing tits, and smiled shyly back. I left the shop giggling to myself at amazement with how sexy I felt back there. Stuart has never looked at me like that - and to see his face when I was near-naked! I looked down at my breasts. My nipples were still erect, but hey, what the fuck?
I was only walking for 30 seconds before I got my first wolf-whistle. I looked over to the origin of the crude noise and saw a couple of men in a van driving past. They were like dogs hanging out of the window, the driver seemingly willing to risk life and limb swerving all over the road just to leer at me.
The van parked on the opposite side of the road and the driver jumped out, still staring at me and made his way into the building he parked outside of.
His mate meanwhile traced my steps with his eyes all the way to my car and as I got in my old wreck of a vehicle, saw his mate exit the building and jump in the van. I couldn't blame the guys - I was looking damn hot at the moment, but wolf whistling… it was just rude and just created a lot of attention in my direction.
I started off for the laboratory to see Dr. Sumner and saw the white van start its engine and follow close behind. It wasn't until we'd been driving for over 15 minutes that I noticed that the van was still behind me. This wasn't just coincidence and, as I took a hard look in my mirror, I noticed that my vision was far more acute than before and could see the two me crystal clear, both looking at my car. They were definitely following me, and considering that I was heading to the lab I had to stop them.
I turned off the main road and took a left into the local industrial estate before you reached the outer limits of the laboratory. It confirmed my suspicions that where were following me when I made a couple of sharp turns and still couldn't shake them off. What were they thinking?
Feeling quite nervous about stopping the car and confronting the two guys with no actual experience of using my super human strength, I succumbed to frustration and parked the car in a small car park off one of the small roads. The van followed, and by the time it had parked near to my car I was already out of the car, arms crossed looking pretty pissed off.
As the van came to a halt, the passenger tried to open the door. I was already there and held the door to, using my strength to resist his feeble efforts to open it. At this stage the guy had no idea who he was up against, so probably thought it was a faulty door as he poked his ugly face out of the window.
"Hey babe" he said without actually looking at my face. He blatantly looked me up and down and lingered at my breasts before finally looking into my eyes. "We're just seeing where ya work so we can pay ya a little visit in the future". He had a real working class drawl, and he wiped his sweaty face with his sleeve.
"I don't think that's a good idea, so I suggest you turn around and head back."
The two guys laughed. The passenger again tried the door but failed as my superior left arm held it firmly shut. The driver then opened his door and came around the front of the van. Instinctively I took my hands off the door and took a couple of steps back away from the van as the bulky guy opened his mate's door.
Why was I scared of this guy? I'd seen what I could do in the gym, and it far outweighed anything these two could together.
"I think what my friend is saying Miss, is that we wanted to follow you." The driver wasn't much brighter, and both looked surprised at the door opened quite easily without me holding it.
In the couple of seconds that I had stepped back and thought about the situation my confidence was starting to soar. I'll show these guys.
I put my hands on my hips and breathed in, expanding my ribcage and breasts towards the men. I noticed their concentration slip as the roundness of my tits caught their attention. I smiled.
"Now boys. This could get a little messy, so I'm going to give you one chance to get back in the van, turn around, and climb back under that rock you came from".
The threat was meant more as an invitation more than anything. I wanted an excuse to test my new physical superiority over men.
The mouthy passenger was the first to start laughing, although I did notice a little hesitancy as he pondered over such confidence in the situation.
I took a couple of steps towards the two men, the sharp heel of my boots grinding against the tarmac. I was just a couple of inches from both men, standing in between them. They were both mesmerized as they both looked at my firm tanned thighs as I started walking, to my breasts as they strained the top I was wearing, the outline of my breasts visible beneath the thin material. I flashed a smile to both men as they stood motionless and raised a hand to each of their collars.
They didn't flinch at all as I placed my hand on their chests before taking the plunge and grabbing both their jaws. As first they didn't resist, but as soon as I started closing my grip tighter and tighter both instinctively grabbed my wrist and hand trying to prise apart by vice-like grip.
I actually let out a small giggle as they both tried to find some way to free themselves. Whilst both men let out small groans of pain I began to raise my hands towards the sky smoothly lifting the men upwards. Both men were even more surprised as I continued to raise my hands hoisting the men onto their tiptoes and then completely off the ground. I extended my arm as high as possible so that both men were suspended a foot off the ground.
Their feet dangled in mid-air hitting the shin of my sexy knee high boots. Both were unable to speak as my slender hand gripped their jaws like no man could ever do. I let out another giggle and marveled at my superiority and the first test of my strength outside of a laboratory. They both felt fairly heavy to begin with, but the resistance subsided quickly and they felt pretty light as I held them aloft.
"Looks like you guys picked the wrong girl to fuck with, eh?"
I looked into both of their eyes. They were both petrified. I finally relented and dropped both men the short distance to the floor. Maybe because of shock or just pure humiliation both men couldn't stand and dropped to their asses. I laughed out loud again and let them try and stand.
Still standing just inches from the two, they both tried to shuffle back but couldn't make it further than the side of the van. I reveled in my domination of these two big men and their complete and utter respect of me.
I had no desire to hurt either of them, so I flashed them another quick smile and made my way back to the car a couple of steps away. I held onto the top of the car and swung one of my amazing legs into the red banger. "Now you boys won't be doing anything like that again now, with you?" My voice oozed authority, and the men responded immediately, apologizing profusely. I smiled again before closing the door, starting the car and reversing out from my space.
I smiled at them from my car as I drove past watching them getting to their feet. Reaching the junction to the main road I looked back and heard something impossible. It was the men talking. Fuck, my ears were so sensitive. They had to be standing over 30 foot away but the sound was crystal clear.
"Fuck me Joe. What the fuck just happened. That broad was so fucking strong. Jeez, she lifted both of us with a single fucking hand. Lets…er…keep this under our hat,eh?
"Nah, fuck that. If I ever meet that bitch again, I'll be ready. I don't know what happened back there, but give the slag a right hook, she'd go down like a sack of potatoes. I don't know what kind of stunt she just pulled, but we weren't ready mate. Fucking bitch."
Turning onto the main road my blood was boiling. Men and their fucking egos. I stopped the car against the curb and got out. Slamming the door shut I hastily made my way back to the car park which was about 30 foot away. Turning the corner, the men were still consoling their egos outside of their van. They both turned around as my knee high boots made noise against the tarmac. Both their faces dropped.
"So what would you do Joe?" I asked still striding towards the petrified man. My tits were bouncing but neither man had time to leer at them. His mate was already backing away from him as I approached. Joe was now swallowing his words hard. His apologies were confused with babble, and once I got within a couple of foot of the guy, slowed my pace, cocked my beautiful tanned right leg back, and kicked Joe with force between his legs.
I was as surprised as the passenger and Joe to see the result of my superhuman kick. Joe was now sailing about 20 foot up in the air in the direction of opposite side of the yard where he handed on the tin roof of a lowered section of the building.
I looked at his mate who was utterly speechless at my superhuman strength. Forcefully peeling his eyes from his injured mate who lay unconscious on the roof, he started to sidle away from my side.
At the time I was unaware of this as I stood motionless for a split second contemplating what I had just done. I felt amazing, and as I remembered the other guy I turned to see him cowering, looking to make a quick exit. I walked towards him, smiling as I again reveled in my dominance over such a big strong man. He was visibly shaking, and again got as far as the side of the van before he had no where to go. I stood a couple of feet from him. I looked him over. He must have been about 28 years old. Pretty ugly, but fairly big. In a normal situation this guy could easily overpowered my slim 19 year old frame, but this wasn't normal. I felt so good.
"So what are we going to so" I purred, trying to scare the poor guy
"Please… I'll do anything, just don't hurt me"
"Now why would I want to hurt you?" I took a step towards him. Being about 5,8 now with heels on I still didn't reach his 6,2, and as I looked up at him he couldn't make eye contact because of fear. He was sweating profusely. I loved it.
I grabbed the guy by the collar and slammed him against the van side, gripped a little harder and again raised my arm feeling the burning resistance in my arm as I looked down at my sexy boots and his scruffy trainers and seeing his feet first try to tip-toe on the dirty gravel, and then completely suspended in the grip of my beautiful hand. I looked up at his face.
"Now I suggest you go and sort your mate out and teach him a few manners for when he next sees a beautiful woman. Is that okay?
The guy nodded furiously and I smiled again.
I lowered him very slowly just to show him, and myself, how strong I was. As he his feet reached the floor I placed the palm of my right hand on his chest and slammed him against the side of the van winding him instantly as he doubled over in pain.
I turned on the spot and strode back to my car. My first brush with showing a man how strong I was brought about so much confidence and I felt so good. I had completely dominated these guys with such super human strength that they just couldn't match. Nothing in the world could possibly stop me now. I had super model looks and super human abilities. It was fantastic.
I swung my body into the car and headed for the lab. I was really excited about telling Dr. Sumner about my first encounter and how I used my strength well and how I handled it.

Birth of a Supergirl
Version Two
Chapter Four
After a brief chat with Dr. Sumner I returned to my car and made my way back through town to my flat. After getting copious amounts of male attention as I walked though the corridors of the laboratory, it got me thinking in the car about my supreme confidence I now possessed.
After dispatching those two guys back there with such ease and conviction, I assessed how I now felt. Before my transformation into a super girl I lacked confidence in everything I did. Being decidedly very ordinary in looks and having a quiet personality, I was naturally shy at social gatherings and so forth.
I now felt like I had this injection of confidence. Men were now besotted by me, and I could understand why. I looked down at my body as I waited at the traffic lights admiring my fantastic deep and tanned cleavage produced by these amazing tits protruding from my chest. Looking in the rear-view mirror I looked at my perfect, tanned face. No wonder I was driving these guys wild. I was gorgeous, and I bloody well knew it!
It wasn't just the body and face that gave me this incredible feeling. Knowing that nothing in the whole world could physically harm you bolstered that confidence where the body left off. Knowing that no man could ever physically harm you because I was now physically stronger than any man on the face of the planet was insane. I would never be bothered by rape, by domestic violence, or even by the odd drunkard sitting next to me on the train. It was this that inspired so much confidence in myself and my surroundings.
It was getting quite late now and knowing that I had a date with Stuart to keep I parked the car in a hurry and walked briskly to the stairs of the flats. I looked up at the first floor. Surely if a single kick of my beautiful leg could render a man airborne, they could propel my body upwards to that level. It was only about 20 foot high, and seeing the strength of my thighs as I watched that guy sail through the air, I looked around, ensured no one was looking, bent my knees and jumped. I was pleasantly surprised as my super human effort propelled my lithe body into the air, and like Wonder Woman I landed deftly on the pole. Looking back down to the ground I gave myself a little smile and hopped off onto the hallway.
I entered the little dingy flat and quickly went about getting myself ready for Stuart. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life: I was going to make sure of it. Taking a quick bath, I returned to my little pokey bedroom and began to look though my drawers for something sexy to wear tonight. As I leafed through my new sexy lingerie I smiled and thought of Stuart this afternoon as I treated him to the first glimpse of my new body. It was my confidence in my body that now fueled my sexual confidence and appetite. Stuart was absolutely in awe of my lithe, fit young body now, and with no cellulite, saggy bits, and a pair of fantastic firm tits, I have nothing to feel self conscious about. Nothing at all. And my display in Stuarts office today proved that point. Boy was Stuart going to get the best fucking of his life tonight!
I left the flat wearing an immensely tight white top which hugged my chest and stomach like a second skin, with a knee-length skirt and my black leather knee high boots. I felt enormously sexy as I closed the door and descended the stairs. My bra-less tits bounced as I moved from step to step and attracted the close attention of a fellow resident as he ascended the stairs past me. He watched my every move as I walked past him, and I turned my head to flash him a little smile as we crossed. I smiled: that'll be his wanking material for the next year.
Making the short ride across town to Stuarts, I stopped outside his house and walked to the front door. He opened it almost immediately and stood in the doorway briefly admiring my body for a second before kissing me on the cheek and inviting me in. I immediately knew that he felt really uncomfortable around me from his odd behavior. It was like we hardly knew each other.
As he closed the door I stood facing him, and smiled as he turned around. He didn't beat around the bush: "Jo, my God, what happened. Please, just explain to me how… this happened." He waved his hand at my body and face, his eyes taking in every little detail as he did so. Before he'd finished his sentence I had taken the few steps towards him and put my arms around his neck. By the time he'd uttered his last word, I drew his head nearer and softly kissed him on the lips. He responded in kind and wrapped his arms about my tiny waist. Kissing his bottom lip, I pulled away and smiled. He was in ecstasy, and I had immediately felt his hard on pushing against my washboard stomach.
Taking his hand and without saying a word, I pulled him over to the sofa where Stuart had already prepared two glasses of wine for us. He sat down, still looking uncomfortable as he watched me take my sexy boots off and curl my beautiful legs under me as I sat next to him, revealing more thigh than I probably needed to. This was going to be a very fun game: how sexually frustrated I could make my boyfriend by flaunting my sexuality.
We talked small talk for a little because I hadn't seen him for quite a while before he couldn't resist and again asked me how I became to look like a super model. Although I wasn't officially allowed to divulge certain details, I told Stuart about the work that the two doctors had been researching and briefly explained to him about basic genetics and complex muscle composition. I then told him how I was taken with force and operated on against my will. Stuart nodded intently and seemed to grasp the notion that Dr. Sumner had the ability to insert retroviruses into my body to work on my DNA from within. He seemed to grasp the fact that this had changed my appearance and my body, but he hadn't mentioned anything about muscle structure or density.
Still talking about how the experiments had taken place I put my half-empty glass of wine on the table and slowly shuffled and got up. Reaching a pinnacle in what I was saying, I leant down took a grip of Stuart's shirt collar and lifted him completely off his feet into the air, his legs dangling helplessly next to mine.
His face went bright red and he struggled, without success, with my hands. I couldn't help smile as I looked at my boyfriend briefly as I held him aloft with ease. I lowered him gently and let him sit down.
"What the fuck happened there!" he near-screamed. "What the fuck have they done to you?"
"Made me into a super girl Stuart." I was still standing, looking down on him on the sofa. "I have the face and body of a super model, and the strength and powers of a wonder woman. Simple as that".
I sat down, Stuart's eyes tracing my movements, obviously a bit scared of the ease in which I completely physically overpowered him.
We talked further about my super human abilities, and what it felt like to be in control of those burly men earlier today, and how I can hear conversations long away, and my sense of smell, and my general enhancement of senses. His fear seemed to subside as we talked and realized that these gifts that have been presented to me by Dr. Sumner and his team hadn't gone to my head and I was still the old Jo that he's known for the last two years. In-fact, once we were chatting and laughing again I could see that he was going to really enjoy being the boyfriend of a super human super model.
This was especially true as the alcohol started working it's magic and after teasing Stuart to near-breakdown, we finally made love. I had never felt so aroused in my life with Stuart as he licked, sucked and kissed every inch of my body taking me to near-climax as his lips smothered my firm breasts and his tongue trailed across my nipples. They felt so sensitive.
By now we were in the bedroom. I left Stuart on the bed as I went into the bathroom and finally came out, taking Stuart's breath away as I stood in the door way, naked apart from my tiny thong. He looked me up and down several times taking in every inch of flesh before I walked to the bed, ripped his pants off and placed my lips around his enormous shaft. Flicking the head of his penis with my tongue and taking his cock deeper down my throat, I stopped just before he was going to climax, took his face into bare breasts and told him to suck my tits.
He did so with great pleasure, and watched me as I closed my eyes and my body writhed with this beautiful sensation. His left hand explored my body whilst his right firmly clasped my tit as he sucked and kissed my beautiful breasts. Reaching my pussy, Stuart's left hand entered me and his fingers started carefully stroking my clitoris. Fuck, I was so wet. I was nearly actually dripping as I felt my body start to contract as the smooth stroke of his fingers worked their magic on my most sensitive love-making part.
I yelled, and almost screamed in pleasure as his continual arousal of my clitoris was finished of as he prised his lips from my tit and carefully began licking my pussy. I held his head close as I uncontrollably shuddered under the best orgasm of my life, taking about 30 seconds for it to finally subside. I looked down at Stuart who had a big grin on his face as he looked first at me and then back to my pussy, dripping wet now.
"Right, you're for it" I exclaimed pushing him down on the bed and starting where I'd left off, and taking his dick deep into my throat, my soft lips tight around his shaft, licking and sucking. I knew he'd always liked blowjobs, but I'd never been willing to provide them, but now I couldn't get enough. After only a couple of minutes I felt the first few contractions of his body as he was nearing ejaculation. I took his dick from out of my mouth placed it in his hand. "Cum all over me Stuart, cum all over me" I whispered. Like a machine gun he ejaculated an enormous amount of sperm over my tits which I knew would arouse him like never before. He was panting heavily and he finished and looked across to me. I ran a finger down in between my deep cleavage and placed it in my mouth licking it dry of all the spunk. He looked at me in amazement knowing that I'd never have done this before. He loved it.
He was limp now and I had to make him hard again for the sex that was going to follow. We both sat up looking at each other. He couldn't take his eyes of my body and I knew he was itching to place his hands on my soft skin. I stuck my chest out slightly, my nipples very hard from my aroused state. I took one of his hands and placed it on my right breast. I smiled as I watched the expression on his face. He knew he was touching the most perfectly formed tit in the world. He was slightly messaging it, flicking his thumb over my nipples ever so softly. Boy was he fucking turning me on tonight.
I pushed him onto his back, stood up on the bed, towering over him, and slowly took of my thong, throwing it in the corner. As I knelt down again I maneuvered myself so my pussy was directly above his face and descended slowly, eventually his mouth parallel to my clit. Grabbing my bum he began softly licking me out, starting with the top of the labia, working to the sides and then directly onto my clitoris. I felt behind me for his dick which was rising very quickly, and once it was back to a rock-hard shaft, I lifted my pussy from his mouth, maneuvered myself backwards and slowly sat on his penis, feeling this wide cock penetrate my lips. I was so wet there was little resistance apart from the size of my vaginal entrance. "You're so tight" he whispered as I slowly descended, taking about half his dick inside of me by now. By the time I had him completely inside me his face was writhing with joy. I must be far more tighter now that I was before as his face couldn't hide his ecstasy as I bounced on top of him. I too felt very different. It was as if his cock was bigger and I could feel every single contour of his shaft as it rubbed inside me.
The sex was amazing and I kept Stuart up for hours as I could continually make him rise again after each ejaculation, and by the end of the night we had lost all of our previous inhibitions as we tried things that we'd always harbored in our heads but never tried in real life. For the first time in my life I felt absolutely empowered in bed. Stuart loved my body and loved the way I spoke to him, and I think the big difference was that I loved pleasuring him, and performing countless acts of foreplay and letting him penetrate my body in any way he liked. Sex would surely never be the same again.

Birth of a Supergirl
Version Two
Chapter Five
Waking in the morning after a night of the rawest, most passionate sex I've ever received or administered, I gathered my things, kissed Stuart goodbye as he slept and left for home. I was amazed over the last few days at how much energy I seemed to have. With only two hours sleep under my belt from last night I felt fine. Fantastic even. I didn't seem to need any sleep whatsoever.
Talking to Stuart last night -in between our love making - my mind was directed to money. Stuart was obviously disturbed by my super human strength, and as I mucked around, hoisting him around with a single beautiful arm, it wasn't his thing. Without saying it he didn't really like the fact that I now possessed total control now; over him emotionally and physically. It was one thing dating one of the most beautiful teenage women in the world, but when that girl can lift cars and clearly whoop your ass, it was another.
It did get me thinking about money. Never being a materialistic person before I was surprised by my recent thoughts. But why should the planets most superior human being go without the luxuries that normal people enjoy? I was a super girl now. A superior human being in every way. No one could possibly stop me from entering a bank and ripping the vault in half. Well, I'm not sure if I could do that, but the point is there.
Dr. Sumner was still paying my small salary into my bank account probably, but that would not nearly suffice for a super girl. The problem was, if I were to obtain good money as a model or in promotions it would create too much publicity. I wanted to keep my looks and my super strength under wraps for the time being.
What I needed was a way of obtaining cash quickly to fuel a better lifestyle, anonymously. And I had the perfect idea.
After dropping my stuff off, showering and putting on a change of clothing, I headed out of the door to drive to town. I decided that I would carry out my plan tonight and I knew what I needed to get in order to achieve what I wanted.
I was now, after only a few days, getting used to being the most beautiful girl on the street who every man that laid eyes on you wanted to fuck you senseless. My sexuality around these men was amazing as I could see them looking me up and down like primitive animals, undressing me with their leering eyes. Of course it didn't help that I was wearing skin-tight leggings that accentuated my legs and ass, and the sexy top that molded itself to every curve with a revealing neckline. I now walked with such confidence, infuriating the women who visibly clutched their husbands or boyfriends as we passed. I loved it.
I wasn't loving the shopping though. None of the shops I went to had the item of clothing that would be perfect for my little cash-procuring mission. That was until and remembered and saw the pokey little shop on the corner that sold all manner of sexual and fetish products. I'd never been in the shop before, and taking the stairs to the first floor was presented with a stereotypical seedy little place with sex videos lining the wall and all manner of sexual devices hanging from the shelves. Looking over to the other side of the shop I saw the clothing section, and exactly what I wanted.
The shop was seemingly empty, but once I passed an electronic-activated buzzer by the door a fat little man popped up from behind the desk. His eyes nearly popped out of their head and he remained speechless for a couple of seconds as his eyes feasted on my body. I was sort of used to that reaction now, but it seemed a little disturbing from this horrible dirty man who would probably whip his dick out for some release as soon as I left. "Close your mouth you dirty little bastard" I said as I walked across the floor to my quarry.
He looked a little flabbergasted and immediately hopped over the bench to help me as I stood in front of the mannequin wearing the black, skin-tight cat suit.
Looking at my watch, I decided to have a little fun with this disgusting little man. "How much is this cat suit?" I asked, not caring much because I was definitely going to buy it anyhow. "29.99 for you madam" he slurred as his mouth near-frothed as he thought I hadn't noticing his eyes lingering my upper body.
I turned to face him, took a small step back and asked seductively "do you think you have any cat suits in black that will fit my body?". I could tell his heart was racing as his seedy little eyes now focused on my face. "Of course they will madam. Come in one size only, but one size fits all".
"You mind if I try one on in your changing rooms?" I initially had no intention of trying the suit on. It was a waste of time, but I wanted to see if I could make this guy's bloody boil with frustration.
Taking the cat suit, I made my way to the small single changing room in the corner. I was sure this booth was rigged, but what the fuck? I took all my clothes off, leaving just a tiny thong on to cover my pussy. I tugged the tiny suit around my long legs and finally the upper body and neck. I turned and faced the mirror. For what I wanted, this cat suit was ridiculously sexy, but it was black. I didn't actually need it, but it was fun. I made a few final adjustments to cover my legs, and the fitting around my neck. I turned to look at my profile. I still admired my body shape, and in particular my fanta

Hey, chapter five seems to cut off shortly after the start. I assume it is due to word count in a post. Anyway, mind posting the rest?

Wow, thank you so much for your response Sarge395, I really didn't have a lot of hope when I posted this topic.

Chapter Five
Waking in the morning after a night of the rawest, most passionate sex I've ever received or administered, I gathered my things, kissed Stuart goodbye as he slept and left for home. I was amazed over the last few days at how much energy I seemed to have. With only two hours sleep under my belt from last night I felt fine. Fantastic even. I didn't seem to need any sleep whatsoever.
Talking to Stuart last night -in between our love making - my mind was directed to money. Stuart was obviously disturbed by my super human strength, and as I mucked around, hoisting him around with a single beautiful arm, it wasn't his thing. Without saying it he didn't really like the fact that I now possessed total control now; over him emotionally and physically. It was one thing dating one of the most beautiful teenage women in the world, but when that girl can lift cars and clearly whoop your ass, it was another.
It did get me thinking about money. Never being a materialistic person before I was surprised by my recent thoughts. But why should the planets most superior human being go without the luxuries that normal people enjoy? I was a super girl now. A superior human being in every way. No one could possibly stop me from entering a bank and ripping the vault in half. Well, I'm not sure if I could do that, but the point is there.
Dr. Sumner was still paying my small salary into my bank account probably, but that would not nearly suffice for a super girl. The problem was, if I were to obtain good money as a model or in promotions it would create too much publicity. I wanted to keep my looks and my super strength under wraps for the time being.
What I needed was a way of obtaining cash quickly to fuel a better lifestyle, anonymously. And I had the perfect idea.
After dropping my stuff off, showering and putting on a change of clothing, I headed out of the door to drive to town. I decided that I would carry out my plan tonight and I knew what I needed to get in order to achieve what I wanted.
I was now, after only a few days, getting used to being the most beautiful girl on the street who every man that laid eyes on you wanted to fuck you senseless. My sexuality around these men was amazing as I could see them looking me up and down like primitive animals, undressing me with their leering eyes. Of course it didn't help that I was wearing skin-tight leggings that accentuated my legs and ass, and the sexy top that molded itself to every curve with a revealing neckline. I now walked with such confidence, infuriating the women who visibly clutched their husbands or boyfriends as we passed. I loved it.
I wasn't loving the shopping though. None of the shops I went to had the item of clothing that would be perfect for my little cash-procuring mission. That was until and remembered and saw the pokey little shop on the corner that sold all manner of sexual and fetish products. I'd never been in the shop before, and taking the stairs to the first floor was presented with a stereotypical seedy little place with sex videos lining the wall and all manner of sexual devices hanging from the shelves. Looking over to the other side of the shop I saw the clothing section, and exactly what I wanted.
The shop was seemingly empty, but once I passed an electronic-activated buzzer by the door a fat little man popped up from behind the desk. His eyes nearly popped out of their head and he remained speechless for a couple of seconds as his eyes feasted on my body. I was sort of used to that reaction now, but it seemed a little disturbing from this horrible dirty man who would probably whip his dick out for some release as soon as I left. "Close your mouth you dirty little bastard" I said as I walked across the floor to my quarry.
He looked a little flabbergasted and immediately hopped over the bench to help me as I stood in front of the mannequin wearing the black, skin-tight cat suit.
Looking at my watch, I decided to have a little fun with this disgusting little man. "How much is this cat suit?" I asked, not caring much because I was definitely going to buy it anyhow. "29.99 for you madam" he slurred as his mouth near-frothed as he thought I hadn't noticing his eyes lingering my upper body.
I turned to face him, took a small step back and asked seductively "do you think you have any cat suits in black that will fit my body?". I could tell his heart was racing as his seedy little eyes now focused on my face. "Of course they will madam. Come in one size only, but one size fits all".
"You mind if I try one on in your changing rooms?" I initially had no intention of trying the suit on. It was a waste of time, but I wanted to see if I could make this guy's bloody boil with frustration.
Taking the cat suit, I made my way to the small single changing room in the corner. I was sure this booth was rigged, but what the fuck? I took all my clothes off, leaving just a tiny thong on to cover my pussy. I tugged the tiny suit around my long legs and finally the upper body and neck. I turned and faced the mirror. For what I wanted, this cat suit was ridiculously sexy, but it was black. I didn't actually need it, but it was fun. I made a few final adjustments to cover my legs, and the fitting around my neck. I turned to look at my profile. I still admired my body shape, and in particular my fantastic breasts as they sat, rock solid, protruding from my chest like two great orbs. Fuck they were beautiful.
I opened the changing room door and caught the guy's attention. He turned around and I thought he was going to explode. It was the type of material that left no creases and no wrinkles at all. With a shiny, wet-type texture, it was just 100% tight all over, and boy did you have to have a good body to pull it off. Luckily I had one of those. I performed a 360 in front of the guy. "What do you think?" I asked wickedly as I returned to my original position sticking my chest out just slightly. The guy was too stunned to speak properly, instead babbling a couple of incoherent lines.
Standing only barefoot I was just taller than him, although his considerable bulk and fat made him nearly as wide as he was tall. I ran my hands over the material along my thighs. It was like a sheer material that cast little shadows. Very odd, but very sensual. I carried on running my hands over the material round the back of my body, instantly remembering my perfectly formed ass as I felt the material cling inside my butt cheeks. I turned to look in the mirror, admiring my ass.
Turning back to the sleazy man I saw he was trying to hold back his saliva. The fun wasn't over yet though! I looked down to his crotch noticing a slight elongation. I walked towards him and stood only a couple of inches from him. Like the guy in the book shop he had taken a couple of steps back until he reached the rack of condoms and chocolate shaped into phallic objects. He couldn't prise his eyes from my shapely body. Looking around quickly to make sure no one had come into the shop, I took one of the guy's grubby little hands, picked out his forefinger and brought it up to my mouth gently licking it before wrapping my lips softly around it rolling my tongue over the tip as if performing oral sex. I knew this would drive him to near madness. I opened my eyes, looked at his now driven eyes and then down to his crotch. With my spare hand I felt down past his waist and slid my hand onto his member. To tell the truth it wasn't that big, but I wouldn't be doing anything with it anyhow. I just ran my delicate fingers over his trousers arousing him even him. With my other hand I clasped my breast gently, molding my hands around my firm tits.
The guy was busting and ready to fucking explode there and then. His dirty little face pugged up as his eyes were transfixed on my groping hand. And here came the good part: I suddenly stopped, gave him a friendly pat on the cheek and turned to change back into my clothes. He grabbed my arm before I had taken more than three steps. "Where the fuck do you think you're going. Finish the fucking job" he sneered.
I turned round and noticed immediately his change in character and I didn't like it. I slowly turned to face the little man, smiling wickedly, knowing that I was in complete control. In a normal situation it would have been a diabolical physical mismatch, but the poor guy didn't know I could probably bench press four times his weight.
"Oh, I'm sorry" I said in an overly dramatic tone, "you're thinking that I'm going to fuck you? Well you're fucking mistaken you dirty little bastard". His beady little eyes widened, his smile widened slightly and he nodded his head. "You can't come in a do this to a man without finishing the fucking job". He actually grabbed me by the back of my head and yanked me down nearer his face. "Finish the fucking job bitch" he sneered as I noticed his hand starting the short journey to grope on of my tits.
I intercepted it with speed and held his great paw in my delicate digits. Simultaneously I grabbed his hand that held my neck at the back and yanked it off me. Standing straight again I was furious that this fucking sleazeball had spoken to my like that. A super girl like me can tease all she wants. Unfortunately this guy didn't know about my super human strength, so I decided to give him a little taster.
I squeezed his hand with ever increasing pressure until first he was yelping slightly to eventually screaming in pain as I felt a couple of cracks in his hand. I relented eventually and let him have his hand back, which he stared at in disbelief and then back to me. "What the fuck have you done with my hand you fucking bitch". I looked that this pathetic excuse for a man, smiling, goading him.
I slowly placed my hands on my hips, running them slightly over the skin-tight fabric. "Listen little man, I don't want to hurt you any more so I suggest you climb back over to that wanking counter of yours and let me get changed." It was an invitation and I knew it. His ego would be torn to shreds being physically dominated by a teenage girl.
Without warning, it was as if he'd exploded. He threw a punch with his good hand that connected pretty well with my flat stomach. It was my first test of my super reactions, but also of how my body would cope with a blow, so I let him land that punch. I watched his face as his fist make contact with my abs and then watched him wincing as that same fist crumbled as if hitting a concrete wall, immediately retracting his hand. Nursing it as best as he could he looked down to see what damage he'd inflicted on me. None. I smiled at his feeble attempt and let out a giggle as I stood in exactly the same position, having hadn't moved an inch.
I quickly ran to the changing room and did a super human change, returning to my original clothes and walking out of the door with the cat suit in my hand in seemingly very little time. The fat guy was now slouched up against the far wall, trying in vain to nurse both badly damaged hands. I bent down to the fat guy and eased him up to his feet with force where I pinned him up against the wall in one fluid movement. "That was pathetic. You're pathetic." His face was beginning to darken with red due to a culmination of my single hand wrapped around his neck and the embarrassment of being pinned up by a teenage girl.
After giving him a degrading and ego-bashing small lecture I get go of his neck and let him drop to the floor gasping for breath. I snorted at first in disgust and then began to smile as I looked down on the latest victim of my vast sexual and physical superiority. I assumed I could now take the cat suit for free, but I didn't and laid the right cash on the counter as I left.
I arrived home after spending the remainder of the day shopping and prepared for my mission tonight.
Once darkness fell around 6pm, I sat in the flat wearing everything I would be tonight: my black leather knee-high boots, the black skin-tight cat suit, and my black leather gloves. I tied my hair back and done a 360 in the mirror looking at the beautiful contours of my chest and my ass.
Taking the gear all off again I packed them into an old bag, donned a cap with my old clothes and headed out of the door to my car.
With time to spare I arrived at the casino in town. Spying the burly doormen, I drove past and parked round the back of the shops adjacent to the big building. With no one around I quickly stripped naked and put on my second skin, molding it over my body, Finally putting my boots and my gloves and tying by my hair, I was ready.
Closing my car door behind me, I felt ridiculous as I walked up to the back of the clothes store that was situated next to the rear of the casino. Seeing the ledge about 20 foot in the air, I bent my knees and propelled my body in the air with a super human leap, landing like a wonder woman on the building. From there I moved in between the shadows making my way over a couple of other buildings with my super human enhanced abilities until I reached my vantage point.
Looking down was the rear entrance of the casino where the high security vans came to collect the previous nights takings. I wasn't entirely sure what time the van would arrive, but I had all the time in the world. Even though I had minimal clothing on I felt no cold and stood contently on the building ledge watching the scene below going over what I have to do.
After about an hours wait a van with high intensity headlights entered the courtyard of the casino and parked near the entrance. Was this the van? About five cars and vans had come and gone since I'd been up here, but this seemed the right one as my super enhanced sight picked up the two guys inside with helmets on.
Both got out of the car just as the casino doors swung open and two men, one small the other massive, welcomed the security men. One of the security men stayed with the van whilst the other followed the casino men into the building presumably to get the money. I maneuvered myself into position convincing myself that this was the most ethically-okay method of getting large amounts of money quickly.
I saw the security guard by the van shuffle to his feet after a couple of minutes and the second guard return with two large security-housed suitcase-type objects. The first one came towards the one carrying the objects and took one before turning and walking to the rear of the van. The two casino guys were no where in sight.
With little time to spare I jumped from the tall building I was perched from feeling the sensation of falling until I hit the floor. Landing more deftly and softly that I could have ever imagined I still hadn't attracted the attention of the two security guards as I began quickly walking towards them. I got within a couple of foot behind them as they were both about to load the packages into the back of the van as I reached out for the side of both their heads and cracked them together knocking them out cold instantly. Quickly checking they were both still alive I picked up the two money-containing packages and turned to the wall I had come from. I heard noises from the building inside and quickly ran, with the suitcases, to the rear wall. Just as I walked across the entrance to the casino the meathead that was out here before tugged at the back of my hair. Shit. I dropped the two suitcases, grabbed his hand whilst still facing away from him and span around like lightening using my right hand to administer the hardest punch he'll ever receive. As I turned to face him he was already airborne and landed about five foot away from where he last stood. He was obviously out cold. No one else was coming and I was absolutely certain he hadn't seen my face. I would have loved to have taken great pleasure in throwing the guy around for a couple of minutes, but I wanted this to look as normal as possible and not to use any super enhanced strength. I took a suitcase in each hand, bent my legs, and jumped over 30 foot to the ledge I had descended from. Looking back down at the courtyard I saw the smaller guy come out of the building looking dumbfounded, first checking that the money had been deposited in the van, then seeing it hadn't been ran around the corner of the entrance to see if there was any trace of the getaway car. He never thought to look up at the teenage super girl who now had his nights takings in her hands.
Putting the two boxes into the boot of the car and changing quickly into my normal clothes I started the engine and started back to my flat. By the time I arrived back it was pretty late and I had no problems in transferring the money suitcases up to my flat.
I sat on the bed looking at them as I undressed down to my underwear. Taking the first of the cases I prised my hands between the hinges, and using considerable super strength the case opened revealing bundles of cash. Emptying it at the top of the bed and reaching for the second case, I felt a twinge of guilt. Should I of done this? I was using the gifts that Dr. Sumner gave me to further criminal activities for my own benefit. After releasing the second case's cash and placing it next to the rest, I stood up on my bed and marveled at the mountain of notes. If I could have got this money from anywhere, this was surely the best and most ethical place to do so. In addition to that I had left no traces whatsoever of superhuman activity.
I started to count the cash where I would eventually find over 100,000 pounds in notes. I sat in my underwear on my bed laughing wildly as I finished counting the money. I now had enough money to get a flat somewhere a little nicer, buy a nice car, some nicer clothes, and to blow a fortune on having a good time.
I thought of Dr. Sumner and how after only a couple of days I was violating some of the ethical uses of my super human abilities. I didn't care though. What could he possibly do? He'd never hear about the casino being held up because the casino probably wouldn't release details on the robbery. As for explaining the new car and change of address when I got round to it… well I'd think of something.
I looked at my mobile phone and seen that Stuart had called me over fifteen times since I'd been gone. I wasn't too keen to tell Stuart what I'd just done because it would be so easy to tell him that the laboratory gave me it for living expenses.

Birth of a Supergirl
Version Two
Chapter Six
After only a few hours sleep last night, I woke feeling bright and breezy to a really nice day. Taking the time to do some menial tasks and take a walk in the park, it was only then that it occurred to me that I hadn't gotten around to ringing any of my friends.
I phoned Stuart around lunchtime and promised that I'd be round later on, and then dialed the number of Ruth, my ex-roommate at college. We'd been really good friends for a couple of years now, and as I'd lost contract with other friends because of working with Dr. Sumner, Ruth and I had stayed firm mates.
She answered dutifully and we chatted like firm friends do when they haven't seen each other for a while. Living over the other side of town, we arranged to see each other that evening, and whilst it was quite uncharacteristic for us to do so, we agreed to hit the nightclubs because we hadn't done that for so long. I purposefully didn't reveal anything about my super human powers or my change in physical appearance, only letting slip that some really good things had happened to me over the last few weeks.
Looking at the time I phoned Stuart and told him that I wasn't going to be able to make it round this evening, to which I could immediately sense he was really disappointed. Ever since he first clapped eyes on my after the experiment he couldn't get enough of me, and after numerous phone calls and begging to come and see him I was getting quite frustrated. It was infatuation, which, although I could now understand, was pretty tiresome. I guess that if your normal girlfriend was suddenly transformed into one of the most sexy and beautiful women on the planet, you'd be pretty keen on seeing her. It just wasn't the same now. I could seemingly have any man on the planet, and to be honest, why shouldn't I now. After all, I am now a super girl, and super girls can have anything they want. No man could every stop me from having what I wanted now.
Ruth and I arranged to meet in a popular bar in the city centre which was near the local nightclub we used to go to. With only a couple of hours until we met I ran a bath and after bathing myself and rubbing my beautiful tanned body, eventually stood in front of my wardrobe deciding what to wear. It was actually a tough choice because everything in there was new and I wanted to wear all of them. After flicking through rows of clothing I finally decided on the ridiculously sexy choice of these trousers I bought the other day and a boob tube. The trousers weren't normal trousers but rather skin-tight leggings made out of this lycra-type material which literally clung to every curve imaginable, including riding up my ass. Flared at the bottom I felt really sexy in them, and standing in the mirror topless I admired my long legs and pert ass in these electric blue wonder woman leggings. The boob tube was the same colour and material as the leggings and when I strained it over my pert tits, it produced the most sexy cleavage imaginable in addition to a glimpse of my lower breasts because the material was just a little too narrow. I twirled around in the mirror, struck a pose and smiled with the acknowledgement that I was going to be the envy of every woman in the club tonight. Men weren't going to be able to resist a body and face like this.
Grabbing my little coat as I left the house I grabbed the first cab what went past, which seemed far easier than before my transformation. After an arduous fifteen minute ride in which the cab driver was blatantly perving over me, I paid the old man and entered the bar where I saw Ruth sitting in the far side alone. Taking a deep breath, which I'm sure the three lads in the corner marveled at, I walked over to Ruth, commanding the visual attention of every man in the room especially as I walked past as my coat didn't cover my ass which was looking damn fine. I stood in front of Ruth who looked up at me from her stool looking a little confused as to who I was.
"It's me Ruth, Jo."
Ruth looked at me a little funny and probably subconsciously, looked me up and down. Refusing to believe me, it took over ten minutes to convince her that it was me through loads of questions and only she and I would know. Eventually she aimed straight for my face and through the flawless skin, the tan, and the beautiful hair that it was indeed me. Her eyes lit up and we spoke non-stop for over three hours over glasses of wine about my transformation and all my super human powers. She was just gob smacked, and when it was time to leave the bar it reminded me how good it was to meet up with my old girl friend. She was looking good, but couldn't get over how sexy I was looking.
Ruth and I went to the toilets together just before we left for the club. With no one in the toilet I took my coat off to show my friend the true extent of my transformation. I'd kept my coat on in the bar because I was attracting enough attention without getting my tits out. I was still getting used to being the centre of everyones visual attention wherever I went, especially in bars and places where alcohol reduced inhibitions. Going to the bar was great because I know knew why beautiful women were always out: they never pay for any drinks. Gulible men pay for them in some ridiculous ceremony that only a man could think that a woman will like him for buying her a drink! Leaving my coat on the side of the sink I performed a couple of 360's for Ruth to allow her to admire my beautiful figure. Raising my long legs in the air to accentuate my flexibility I ran my hands down the sexy material that clung to every curve of my thighs. Although impressed, I could tell that Ruth was more interested in the firm orbs that protruded from my chest.
"They're fucking beautiful aren't they?" I asked, taking the words from her mouth.
She was transfixed. Marveling at their shape, size and firmness, I gave her another little twirl to show her my cute ass too.
"They're great!" Ruth exclaimed. "What do they feel like. How big are they?"
"They feel great" I said holding the bottom of my breasts in my hands. "I got measured the other day and I'm a 34 DD which looks pretty good on my frame, don't you think?!"
"I have to say though Ruth, you're looking pretty good tonight too. I like your hair, you dyed it again?"
Ruth was uninterested in my chit chat. "You said you has super human abilities. What super human abilities do you have?"
I smiled at her. She was looking my up and down in complete awe of my face and body.
"Well, it mainly revolves around muscle enhancement. Kinda like strength, but more."
"You mean that you're stronger than the average woman?"
I laughed in amusement. "A woman!, I'm far stronger than any man on this planet! What Dr. Sumner did was to genetically alter my muscle structure to allow more efficient operation. Basically, my muscles are far more advanced that any other human on this planet."
"So how strong are you?"
"Well, it isn't just about strength…"
I told her about lifting the men in the industrial estate off the ground with single hands, and how I rendered one of those men air bourne with a single kick of my leg. I then told her how I could now jump with a single bound to untold heights, and how the guy in the porn shop punched me and I didn't feel a thing. Ruth was so impressed with my vast physical superiority over these men, but she wanted proof.
I looked around the toilet and could only see one sufficient feat to show off my strength. Ensuring no one was in the toilet still, I clasped the side of one of the sinks, told Ruth to stand back a little, and slowly increased pressure. I watched Ruth's eyes widen as my steel-like arms began pulling the heavy and heavily plastered sink being ripped from its foundations. I eventually stood in the middle of the toilet with the entire ceramic sink in one hand, raised above my head. It would have probably taken two men to just lift the sink, yet along rip it from it's position and raise it.
Ruth was sold.
We left the bar sharpish and entered the club pretty quickly, largely because the guys at the door send down men to pick out the best looking ladies and fast track them into the club by pulling them out of the queue. Obviously, with my coat now off Ruth and I were picked out the crowd and shown to the other door where we paid and got in quickly.
I found it really quite irritating once we put our coats in the cloakroom because literally everyone was looking me over, men and woman alike. I enjoyed it though as once again I saw infatuated men drool over my body and women clutch their men tightly as I passed them. It was real power. I could have any one of these men tonight, whether they had a girl friend or not.
After flirting with some guys at the bar and getting our usual free drinks we passed onto the dance floor and danced all night, stopping only to top up our drinks. Numerous men tried to hit on both of us, but all were rejected in favour of a good night with my friend.
After a few hours on the dance floor we both took a break and sat in this little trendy section which was a little quieter and better lit. Ruth was hungry for more information on what I'd been doing over the last week or so. How else had I used my super human abilities, what did it feel like to be so fucking beautiful, and who had I fucked? Who had I fucked? No one apart from my boyfriend. Ruth was gob smacked. Although she knew Stuart quite well, she couldn't fathom the fact that I hadn't used my new found sexuality to better use. I hadn't really thought of it. When you are the ultimate desire of every man you come into contact with, there's too much choice. Sounds weird.
It got me thinking though, and once I was greased up with a little alcohol I was suddenly in the mood for a little flirting. After getting a few more drinks from the bar Ruth got chatting to a pretty good looking guy who she'd seen at college a couple of times. His mate wasn't too good looking and didn't really talk to me which I found amusing at first because he was really uncomfortable around me, especially when I started stroking my hair and purposefully brushing my breasts against his shoulder and chest as I turned to grab my drink on the bar. He was boring though and definitely not good enough for a super girl like me.
I took a walk to the toilets alone which wasn't a very clever idea. Being stupid, men assume that because I'm alone, it's okay to accost me as I walk.
After arranging myself in the mirror in the toilet, I reentered the main club and scanned the floor. With enhanced vision I was able to see pretty clearly and couldn't see Ruth at the bar. She must've gone for a dance. I brushed past the mountain of men who offered me drinks, dances, and more as I walked to the bar. I passed this pretty cute guy sitting on his own, propping up the bar, and did the most arrogant act ever - something that I used to hate pretty girls doing: I sat next to him and expected a drink. "Well, are you going to buy me a drink?" I asked innocently.
He turned and looked at me. He showed no signs of the normal reactions to my presence. No sneaky look at my tits and no leering at my legs and ass. He just turned back to his beer and muttered a simple No.
I smiled at my own arrogance. I turned and faced him. "Well, can I buy you a drink then?" I asked.
He looked over again and nodded unappreciatively. I loved it. Here was a guy who was going to be a challenge.
I sat down and began to chase my quarry using every technique in the book to entice the guy into liking me. We sat and talked for ages before he finally showed any sign of being attracted to me. I was starting to begin to think that he was gay, but after repeated subtle flirting I saw a little opening and placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing his hand on the ultra sexy material that adorned my beautiful legs. I looked at his face. He was a really good looking guy and from talking to him, a really nice intelligent guy. I pulled him towards me and we both met to kiss. It was amazing.
After some fairly light petting I was beginning to feel really horny. This guy was amazing, and from our new spot up against the wall near the fire exit, I felt his rock hard dick as his hands explored my impossibly pert ass. God he was massive, and fuck, I wanted this guy inside me. In the darkness I looked around, opened the fire exit and pulled the guy through. As the doors shut we ravished each other in the relative darkness. I pulled him round the corner and pushed him against the wall. Feeling ridiculously horny now I ripped his trousers and boxers down to reveal his massive dick standing high and erect. I looked at his beautiful rugged face. Probably a few years older than me, I was going to ensure this was going to be his best sexual encounter with a girl ever. By now his hands had explored by entire body and he was trying to focus on my breasts which, although confined by my sexy little boob tube, were struggling to be released. I pulled my top down revealing a pair of tits that he took great pleasure in licking, sucking and gently kneading. I felt his dick stiffen even more as my hand clasped his shaft. I licked my lips and slowly descended, eventually kneeling on the floor. "You're going to love this" I purred to him before taking the head of his dick inside my mouth, flicking my tongue against the head of his massive penis. He was grunting with joy, and did so even more after a few minutes as I began to take more and more his shaft into my mouth. I actually loved it, especially looking up to see his ecstasy-ridden face as my mouth formed a tight hole around his big member. After about ten minutes I withdrew his dick from my mouth as I felt the first tiny contractions, and placed his whole cock inside my cleavage, rubbing it up and down. He couldn't take much more than a minute or so before I took about half his shaft into my mouth and he shot cum into the back of my throat. I withdrew after I cleaned up with my tongue and stood up next to him again. He was panting hard and looked me clean in the eyes. "I must be the luckiest fucking bastard in the world right now". I smiled and let out a dirty giggle, "I haven't even started with you yet", and with that kissed him even more passionately than before.
After a couple of minutes of flaunting my body, and teasing him with these sexy dance moves that I never realized I could perform, I felt his dick stiffen again and knew that he'd be ready in a few more minutes. He kept complimenting me on such a fantastic body and how sexy I was which only served to increase my horniness. Fuck I wanted this guy inside me, and I fucking wanted it now. If this guy had only dreamt of getting a blow job off me, he was going to be counting his blessings after this encounter. With my ass leaning against the wall and this guy softly kissing my mammaries, I tuned 180 degrees and placed his hands on my ass. He started kissing my tiny back all over which was reducing me to jelly, and I was gyrating my tiny butt against his dick. With no buttons or zips, I motioned for him to pull my sexy leggings down which he did with glee, and as I stood with them around my ankles he stopped slowly to admire my pert ass which was minimally covered by the tiniest thong which rode high up my thigh. His hands migrated around to my stomach and then south to the tiny patch of material which covered my cunt. Slowly and cautiously his hands slid beneath the sexy material and he placed a soft finger inside me, moving rhythmically against my clitoris. God that felt fucking good, and even more so as I felt his rock hard cock forced upon my ass cheeks. Without any warning, ripped my thong down my legs, bent over and grabbed a rail and demanded that he fuck me from behind. Like before I didn't need to ask the guy twice, and after a couple of seconds felt his solid cock begin to enter my dripping wet pussy. I let out a loud gasp as he pushed nearly half of his fat dick inside me. He was loving it too as he whispered that I felt so tight. I think he was right because I felt every contour, every vein, and every motion of his penis as he gently began to delve deeper inside me, nearly every inch of his cock rhythmically going in and out of my cunt. The pace was increasing and I was slowly increasing pressure with my vagina lips around his dick which he groaned with pleasure.
Suddenly the fire door in which we came though swung open violently and two burly bouncers came through. My male companion stopped immediately and withdrew his dick as we both turned to face the door. I looked behind me to the guy, who was already pulling his underwear and trousers up. I on the other hand was still bent over with my g-string and trousers sitting at my ankles and my boob tube tight around my stomach. I stood up straight and watched the two meatheads try to divert their eyes from my perfect body. I pulled my g-string and trousers up to deny them a good look at my pussy.
"What are you doing back here?"
I stood, hands on hips and topless looking dumbfounded at these two guys
"What the fuck do you think we're doing dick head. Now will you piss off so I can put my top off in private".
"Can't do that maam" one of the meat heads said as his mate began to move towards my fucking partner. He looked a little alarmed as the big guy approached him and placed one of his great paws around his upper arm.
"Get the fuck off him" I spat as I walked over to the offending bouncer, still topless, my tits receiving a lot of attention by all three men.
The other guy had his hand on a door on the far side ready to open it whilst his mate was going to eject my male friend with force. Why were they so eager to throw out this guy when it was actually me that suggested we come through this way.
"I'm warning you, get your hands off of him" I said, hands on hips, still topless, my breasts standing very firm. The bouncer just smirked at me as he took a good grip and started dragging this guy away. He knew better than to put up a struggle because these guys were pretty big. I looked behind me at the other bouncer who I caught obviously eyeing up my ass. Looking back, the other bouncer who was holding my male companion was staring at my chest.
Without really thinking about the consequences of my actions I took my hands off my hips and grabbed one of the bouncers hands. Squeezing it with considerable strength, the big guy yelped and released his grip on the other guys upper arm. Instead of ending it there I grabbed the bouncers tie with my left hand and the back of his trousers with my right. "You should've listened moron" were my last words as I summoned an incredible amount of strength to throw the guy in the direction of his companion. Both his companion and the guy I'd just fucked were amazed to see this 120kg meat head sail through the air and crash straight through the double doors that were previously reserved for my male friend.
The other bouncer had turned his head around the corner to see if his friend was okay, and by the time he'd turned back I'd made my way over to where he was standing and administered a high kick to the head in perfect martial arts style to send his head and half his body crashing through the soft plasterboard.
I stood to admire my handiwork and turned to see my male friend. He stood rooted to the ground, speechless at what he'd just seen.
"Come on" I said to him as I stood trying to pull my tiny boob tube over my pert breasts, "we'd better go before more of those meat heads come looking".
"How the fuck did you just throw that guy across the hall like that?" He was actually shaking, and as he turned his attention to the guy who's body was now half embedded in the wall, "How fucking strong are you?"
Reality was setting in… what the fuck had I done.
I grabbed my latest fuck by his chin and violently elevated him off the floor, pinning him up against the wall. His bulging eyes looked at me from above and his face was reddening.
"If you breath a word of this to anyone, I promise you you'll be sorry. What I just did to those guys will pale into comparison compared to what I will do to you. Get it?"
He nodded pathetically because my delicate palm was holding his head like a vice. I couldn't help but look down and see his big shoes dangling against my delicate shoes as I held him a foot off the floor.
I dropped him to his feet and span 180 degrees and started off towards the door. I felt great, and as I looked at the two big guys lying to my right unconscious, completely beaten by this teenage super girl, I heard the guy call out.
"Can I call you again… please."
I stopped in my tracks and quickly considered the offer. The guy was very cute, and he had a fantastic dick. I turned around to face him and started to walk confidently towards him, my perfectly sculpted tits bouncing slightly. He looked a little scared as I approached him and he started backing into the wall. I smiled inside. He was scared of me. I stopped, my tits nearly touching his chest. I quickly reached out for his chin and saw him flinch. I cupped his stubbly face and went to kiss him.
"What's your number" I demanded.
He reeled off a number which I immediately memorized and started to walk, with hast out of the door stopping only to shout, "and what's your name?"
"Jon" he replied, "What's yours?"
I ignored him as I stepped back into the main club area. I looked behind me and saw Jon emerge from the fire exit and continue in the opposite direction of me. I think he knew better than to follow me.
After finding Ruth shacked up with some guy we both left the club together laughing over the nights escapades and how I'd beaten up a couple of bouncers after getting caught fucking in the fire escape. She was absolutely besotted with the idea that I could now command 100% attention from every man I met just through my looks and body. In fact, Ruth was even more besotted with the fantasy that I was now the physically superior sex, and not just a little. She was consumed with the idea of dominating men with pure strength: lifting them, beating them up, and generally have men respect you as a superior being.
I dropped Ruth home, and after a few drinks we drifted off to sleep in her living room, although I still felt although I could keep going. Since the transformation my energy levels were amazing. I felt that I didn't actually need any sleep at all. Maybe that was part of the muscle enhancements: that it optimized the use of ATP and other energy utilizing functions. Maybe it was another little additional enhancement that Dr. Sumner had given me.

There you go. Didn't realize it was cut off. I seem to be missing some of the chapters.

Wow, I remember reading these way back when. I seem to remember they were pretty good! Thanks for bringing them back.

I found this article when browsing old posts for the first time. Unfortunately, I can't see anything else. I would like to know if other articles are still saved and if I can share them