Super Asian Girl Thread

The Super Model's name is Dai Nuo Xin.

Stunning.

She needs an origin story here~

After years of research, I have finally figured out how to create materials that diminish all of my powers. I had to visit 100 different galaxies to acquire the right materials, and I had to use a massive black hole to combine them into what you see now. Everything I'm wearing, from the shoulder less top to the jacket around my waist to my belly button ring, were specially made to make it easier to control my powers.

The smaller ones - my belly button piercing and earrings - each decrease my powers by a factor of 10. The choker by a factor of 100.

My bra, panties, and shorts are each a factor of 100,000. The jacket, wrapped around my small waist like this, is only a factor of 1000. And finally, this skintight shirt is a factor of 1 MILLION.

Together, they weaken me by a factor of a 100 billion billion billionth of my normal strength. And yet, I could beat the entire population at tug of war with one finger, I could dominate superman with just my superpowered chest. I could stop him with a single hair from my head. I could make the sun seem like a candle with my heat vision.

Just imagine what would happen if I let loose.

It was a moonless night, the stars in the sky washed out by urban glow as Special Agent Dai Nuo Xin walked her way past shop after shop, eventually finding a nondescript mailbox that was indicated on her phone. Being a spy wasn’t easy, but apparently what she’d gotten this time would change the game entirely.

Project Rubicon, they’d called it. A super-formula to end all super-formulas, targeted to yet another demographic. First it’d been the redheads, giving each the strength of a dozen men or more and limited pyrokinesis based on line of sight. Needless to say, the Private Military Contractor and Security industries suddenly found themselves with a massive need for redheads in order to compete, given that the transformed young women could take on entire armored battalions singlehandedly and win. Next, it’d been the blondes, getting the ability to jump higher, run faster, even break the sound barrier reasonably easily. Suddenly it wasn’t an option to have a Rubicon-enhanced individual on your side if you wanted a chance, it was an imperative.

And now, it was Asian women. Thankfully, as far as her agency knew this stuff wasn’t on the market yet, but the rumors were already flying. The ability to break the laws of physics, the strength of entire planets, maybe even something people weren’t expecting. And here it was, the minds in her home office were delivering it to her in order to challenge the Enhanced threats on the street.
Agent Xin wasn’t ashamed with her appearance, being athletic and slim, a perfect complement for her fitted black tuxedo and red tie. She had a severe, intense expression most of the time with dull, brown eyes and black hair. She’d heard the stories of Rubicon recipients though, and her mouth slightly watered at the idea of becoming one of the chosen few who could become truly extraordinary.

Opening the box, she nervously looks over the vial within, a streetlamp providing a dull yellow-orange glow that offset the quicksilver-filled cylinder within. She slowly turns it in her hand, watching the nanites and nutrients flow around to the whim of gravity as she fished out her phone to read the instructions once more, nodding to herself as she raises a thumb to the cap and flips it off, watching it slowly spiral into the night before falling with a clack. With that, the young woman nervously raises it to her lips and begins to ‘drink’ the liquid.

It goes down more smoothly than most drinks she’d had in the last year, seeming to coat her throat and tasting strangely like a combination of iron and cheap vodka. That is until it hits her stomach, and the warmth begins to spread. Starting as a cloying, tickling heat and quickly escalating to an intense burning, the young woman falls onto her back and lets out a groan, feeling like she’s going to sweat her way through her clothes. Meanwhile, the nanites were working their magic in order to change her, building flesh where there wasn’t one and altering every structure of her body to hold more energy than would previously was possible.

A tiny dot of chrome metal forms within the back of her mind, boosting her mind’s cognition to unfathomable heights so she can handle the sensory load of her transformation, and suddenly she can feel every inch of what’s happening to her.

There’s a high, desperate sound as her tie is forced upward and the first button on her shirt fails, her chest swelling outward inexorably, another button failing with a ping and being casually tossed a block away before embedding itself nearly three inches in the concrete. Her hair gains a more brilliant luster, a hint of chocolate entering it as it lengthens back, snapping the tie she’d used to hold it in a bun previously, allowing her new locks to fall free and frame her face as her cheekbones and cheeks filled to complete a more sensual, seductive appearance, her thin lips rounding slightly and gaining a perfect ruby red coloration. Next to enhance is her ass, going from flat to phenomenal in seconds, the seams of her pants splitting as she found herself a few inches higher off the ground, then her body tensed slightly and a resounding crack radiates from the pavement beneath her, a two meter concentric circle being damaged by the simple act of her body awakening to its new power.

As the newly reborn Agent Dai Xin begins to become more aware of where she is, she slowly takes a breath, only for it to hitch when the sound of screeching steel greets her, then she’s hit in the face with a solid metal object, until she breathes out and suddenly it’s gone. Realizing that she can see the movement in slow-motion of the mailbox flying through the sky and leaving a small trail of ionized plasma in its wake, tearing the atoms of the air behind it from sheer speed. Time seems to return to its normal flow after this moment, and she’s able to watch as it slams into a nearby three-story department store, leaving a hole several times its size all the way through before the building lets out a desperate groan and falls entirely. A column of dust and rubble replaces what was once several hundred man-hours of work.

To her shock, when she reaches down to lift herself up, she instead begins to slowly float off of the ground. She was flying, and it didn’t seem to be taking any effort whatsoever. She lets out a cry of surprise, and then she’s arcing through the air. Some instinctive part of her can tell as a pair of numbers increase by each moment, her altitude and airspeed, until the city is shaken by a massive boom. She’d just gone supersonic, and was flying completely free of the bonds of gravity! She eventually levels off at around 3,000 feet in the air and Mach 12, but feels like she could probably go even faster. Looking down at her body she notices that all she’s wearing is the red lingerie she’d put on this morning, the rest of her outfit having been torn to shreds by her body’s transformation, and even that was stretched to its limits by her new assets. She makes a mental note to look into a new outfit, but delays such a task till later.

The newly-minted goddess cruises through the sky, looking down and finding herself able to see through the environment. Her mind rationalizes it as a kind of backscatter X-ray vision, but she’s too busy being excited to care. That is, until she sees her target. A warehouse with a tunnel network built within it, at least a hundred men and Enhanced individuals moving weapons and material to parts unknown. With a subtle change in course, she begins to aim downward toward the dead center of it, looking to make her entrance…

(If anyone wants to write a continuation, feel free! I’ll be writing my own hopefully, but holiday season and such. Either way, hope you enjoyed!)

There's a 2004 live-action movie based on Cutey Honey, the manga/anime Japanese superheroine:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cutie_Honey_(film)

And you can watch it on YouTube:



--Brantley

There's a 2004 live-action movie based on Cutey Honey, the manga/anime Japanese superheroine:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cutie_Honey_(film)

And you can watch it on YouTube:



--Brantley

She loved to surf. Of course, no mere ocean could provide the waves that she sought. For her, the ultimate rush was to ride the shock wave of an expanding supernova - to revel in the thrill of the explosive death of a sun. Supernovas are, unfortunately, a rare phenomenon. Ever impatient, she is not above using her powers to "encourage" a star to explode. It just so happens that sometimes inhabited planets would be incinerated when she blew up their stars but that was hardly her problem.



Millennia ago, an alien probe dutifully catalogued Earth category "P/C" - primitive civilisation. Upon receipt of the probe's data, a sleepy data entry clerk recorded Earth as category "P-C" - prison colony. Thousands of years later, that alien civilisation captured its most infamous and destructive criminal and sentenced her to a life of solitary exile. Trawling through old records, the authorities thought they had found their ideal P-C class world. Prisoner number 069 was promptly dispatched to Earth.

As soon as she landed, she discovered that she could draw power from the Earth's unique magnetosphere. Effortlessly slipping off her neutronium hand-cuffs, she surveyed the quaint industrial civilisation around her. She pondered all the fun she could now have with unlimited strength and total invulnerability. She considered resuming her life of crime, but quickly dismissed that idea as "thinking small". After all, why steal things when you can own an entire world?



She had plenty of pairs of "fuck me boots" but that wasn't what she needed right now. What she needed was a good pair of "fuck you boots". Well, to be precise, she really needed a pair of "Fuck you, I'm going to destroy your cities with my bare hands, incinerate your armies with my eyes, murder your leaders with my thighs and enslave your civilisation to my every whim... boots." She decided that this pair would be merely okay but she was in no rush to decide. After all, she would only get one chance to make a grand appearance before the world. After that, the only factor she'd have to consider when choosing footwear is which shoes she likes forcing people to lick...



Your girlfriend is, in the nicest words you could think of to describe her, a selfish bitch. Cruel, greedy, domineering, arrogant - all words which describe her to a T. She was, however, incredibly beautiful, which is why you had put up with so much of her crap before. But enough was enough. Last week you made up your mind and tried to break up with her. As you had predicted, she threw a massive tantrum. Unlike you predicted, as part of that tantrum she picked up a bus and threw it into an office building. She then slammed into the office building and tore it apart with her bare hands. She then vapourised a passing plane with some sort of eye-beam and you're pretty sure that the air displaced by her screaming blew over most of the buildings down town.

Needless to say, you decided to stay with her after all.

Her little episode wasn't without consequence. She blamed you for forcing her to reveal herself to "the shitty humans on this shitty planet". You nodded in wordless, clueless, agreement as she ranted about how she might as well "take over this whole fucking place" now that her secret was out. She seemed to disappear in a blur a moment afterwards. You honestly wouldn't have been able to tell where she was if it weren't for the constant news footage showing her laying waste to cities and armies alike. The world had already surrendered to her yesterday but you were pretty sure she was just having fun now.

Oh well, you though. At least it was better to be her favoured plaything than the poor bastards she was out there killing... you hoped.

The Greatest Indian-American Heroine is in the works:

deadline.com/2017/09/the-greatest-americ...mmitment-1202164782/

And Wikipedia reveals that Meera (Irtiza Rubab) comes from Pakistan rather than India:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meera_(actress)

A sex change was tried once before, but not with an Asian-American star:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Greatest_Ameri...est_American_Heroine

-- Brantley

"What do you think about my boobs? Big eh? Well, wait for me to drink a few more universes so I can get to the size I want, don't blame me if yours is on the way of my feast!"

I have to be extremely careful. Ever since my genes activated and all my traits and abilities were strengthened by a factor of 10,000,000, I have to cover up my body to prevent guys from having to stop themselves from masturbating in public. If I need some quick money, I can sell a single one of my hairs. A fan will pay me millions for it, or scientists can use it for testing. A single strand can cut through metal like butter or support thousands of tons, so it's understandable why scientists would want to have them.


Whew, finally done building this new resort, complete with its first set of guests. Only took a few seconds though. I have the best of everything - mountains from the Himalayas, soil from South America, trees from the Carribean, stone from Canada, hand-mined ice from Antarctica, and sand from Australia. All of it piled together in the middle of the ocean. The only issue was making sure that the rocks didn't vaporize in my grasp or from air resistance as I carried them.


The most confusing part about Asian culture for foreigners is that the strongest looking girls are actually the weakest. The reason for this is simple - it's impossible to build muscle mass if nothing you lift feels heavy. Everyone here lifts weights from an early age, and for some of the weaker girls, they reach a limit on how much they can lift and so their muscles start growing. It happens at different times for different girls, the very weakest at about the mass of the earth, while others start to slow down at the sun level. I, on the other hand, secretly think I'm the strongest person. After all, look at my body. You see, each day, I take the mass of the sun and crush it into the size and shape of this ring. Once I get enough, I take all the ones I've made, usually one million, and crush all those into what looks like an identical ring, but actually a million times heavier. I've done this ten times, and yet the ring still feels weightless even sitting on my eyelashes. It's so much fun finding someone else who thinks they're super strong and asking them to hold my ring, only to see them struggle to get it off the ground.

And if that ring sounds heavy, it doesn't hold a candle to even a single thread in this bodysuit

Everybody used to say, "Oh Cecilia, you're so skinny! Oh Cecilia you need to eat more and exercise!"

Well poo to all of them. When I found out my boyfriend was working on a Superman formula, I knew I just had to have it. He and those other dummies let me observe their work. They didn't think skinny little Cecilia would possibly be a threat. Like I said, "dummies."

I drank their little serum, and instead of a Superman, there's now a Super Cecilia!

The 90lb girl who was too skinny and weak to open a jar of peanut butter can now lift the Empire State Building! Haha, everybody on earth watched when I picked up like it was as light as a beach ball. It was such a rush! I used just one hand, and lifted up and down... up and down... up and down.

And then just a teeny-tiny little toss, and it ended up crashing into the Moon!

Now everybody knows not to cross me. Because when the new Cecilia ... SUPER Cecilia puts her foot down... she gets results. Like you all saw it: one stomp of my foot, and New York City crumbled!

"Come on, I know I'm the most beautiful woman in the world but enough photos are enough, I have things to do, don't try to follow me, I'll fly my way to my date!""

I'm Bao Ying and most of the time I hide from the world in modest dresses and flat shoes while being a normal 5 foot 3 inches tall. I never feel sexy in my life like Zhang Zilin and never do much besides work as a Programmer at a Tech firm, reading The One Manhua and watching films like the Heroic Trio.

One day, Chinese state television came the most shocking news that an Iranian missile was headed towards Beijing. Instead of fear and hiding in the shelter fearing for their lives, I felt something different. I thought that there needs to be hope and got angry that someone would hurt my nation. Then, I fell over in pain in my abdomen. My stomach muscles were getting tight and looking like amazing. I could feel the pain in my legs as I grow to a six foot three woman. I was losing most of my baby fat except getting a little bigger in chest (a cup size I think).

When I stopped, I felt something in me saying you can do anything. Then, flew into the air tracking the missile with my Superhuman hearing. I met it somewhere over the Indian Ocean and hit it. It went into space and exploded far away from the earth. Then, I flew back down to earth.

The cheers came from around the world after I saved my nation and the world from a nuclear threat. I never thought that It was my destiny to be a Superheroine like Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel that I had heard about on the news after they saved China once. I made a decision at that point to be the hope for the nation, so I've decided to become Qiángdà de nǚrén (Mighty Woman to the rest of the world) and focus my powers on fighting the other Super Asians who are bent on destroying the world. This is my practice uniform when I spend several hours a day lifting weights and honing my strength and flying abilities. I can't wait to save the world again like my idols.

When Aime was 18, she met Superman for the first time. She happened to go to the gym with her friends and was amazed at how light the weights were. She wanted him to help show her how strong she actually was. He invited her to his gym in a secret hideaway, with weights only he could lift.

"Well Aime," Superman said, "you want to know how strong you are?"

"Oh yes Superman. I went to the gym for the first time with some friends and none of the weights there seemed heavy to me."

"Okay Aime. I have a special machine here we can use. It can go from 1 kilogram all the way up past how much I can lift. We'll start you at 20 kilograms."

She got behind the weight, wearing a beautiful dress and high heels, and lifted it with a single hand.

"Superman, if we start with weights this small it'll take forever. Make it way heavier."

So he went to the dial and moved it to 200kg. But she couldn't tell.

"Superman are you sure you didn't just make it lighter? This is not enough weight."

Superman was getting frustrated. Without telling her, he changed the weight to 200 tons, sure it would cause her to fall over and drop it. But Aime merely said,

"Did you hear me? I said make it heavier!"

"But... But that's impossible Aime! This weighs more than a bus! No person should be able to lift that!"

But Aime just laughed. She was only 5’ 1” and weighted 41kg, but she was stronger than any other person. A little frustrated, she said, "let me move the dial. You're not going fast enough."

So, still in her dress and high heels, she walked over to the dial. Holding the weight in one hand, she grabbed the dial with the other and started to turn it. As she turned it, she removed more and more fingers until she was lifting the weight with only one finger. She stopped the dial at 200,000 tons.
“Okay Superman, it’s at 200,000 tons. Is this as much as you can lift?”
Superman thought she was starting to slow down, and so laughed and curled the weight with one hand.
“Oh no, I can lift thousands of times more than this, Aime.”
“Good, because this isn’t even a warmup for me either. Could you move the dial to your maximum?”
Superman set the weight down, and carefully moved the dial. Moving back to the weight, he got behind the weight, and struggling immensely, deadlifted it for one rep.
“That’s my maximum. It’s the weight of Jupiter. I doubt you could handle it Aime, strong as you are.”
She got behind the weight, and taking an underhand grip, she stood up and started curling it. After a few reps, she moved to curling with one hand, and then a single finger. She just frowned at how light it was. Without warning, she moved the dial all the way to the maximum, while still curling it.

"Is this really as heavy as it can go Superman? I still can't feel it." She moved her finger up and down and just yawned because it was so easy. Superman, on the other hand, couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sure it was a mistake, he grabbed the weight, but as soon as she stopped holding the weight, it plummeted to the ground and took Superman with it.

"Really Superman? You can't lift this? Do you even know how much this is?” she said with a smirk.
“I… I never found out exactly how high it could go. But that is at least the weight of the sun.”
"I guess that means I'm stronger than you." She felt bad for him struggling with the weight, so she picked it up and put it on her boobs. Even without her hands, they were perky enough to support it. She started flexing her boobs one at a time, enough to bounce the weight up and down. Using her strength excited her so much, that her nipples were starting to poke out. She lifted the weight and pierced it with her nipples, then let go.
As she breathed in and out, the mass of the sun moved with her amazing chest. She couldn’t even tell the weight was there. Losing interest after a few minutes, she took the weight and crushed it with her soft and manicured hands until it was the size of a tomato. Then, putting it between her boobs, she flexed them at the same time and crushed it out of existence.
“I guess next time I want a real workout, I’ll have to go to space myself. But if you want a workout, Superman, let me know. We can armwrestle or something,” she said with a wink. As a last reminder of her strength, she took out her earring and gave it to him. As she dropped it in his hand, it plummeted to the ground and he couldn’t move his hand.
“Next time, I’ll wear my heavy jewelry.”

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Good write-up, by the way!

I haven't contributed to this thread before, but here are a couple of un-retouched (to the best of my knowledge) photos of an Asian girl who has seriously been doing her exercises:

Shadar

Looks like the formula worked. Yesterday I was just an average looking, tiny Asian girl. Now, I may still be 5'2" but I'm a fucking powerhouse.

They told me that the dosage I took should be enough to lift a truck with difficulty, but I think they got that a bit off. Right now the weight I'm lifting is up to the weight of the moon and I still don't feel it. Look at this, I can crush it into a ball the size of a tennis ball and squish it between my boobs until it's gone.

And God, look at these abs. Forget superman, I bet even the hulk couldn't harm these, even at his full power. He would just break his hand. I bet they could withstand the largest caliber bullet without flexing.

And look at these thighs, I bet they could crush a star into a black hole without effort.

But first, I need an outfit worthy of me, one that reminds them that I'm not only more beautiful than anyone, but stronger too. Perhaps heels made from mountains, a skimpy top made from one of Jupiter's moons, and shorts from an asteroid.

Then the world better watch out, cause I'm superpowered and I'm ready to use it. They better get used to waking up with countries misplaced or cities disappearing. It's not like their armies could do anything about it.

But first, I'm going to have to take the other 5 dosages they made...

"Ooh, you brought an entire battalion this time? So thoughtful of you! ... Wait, you mean you didn't know I absorb the strength of people? How did you think I got to where I am today?"
"... Well I guess you're right, I never did leave anyone alive to tell you that, so silly of me to forget that. Well, too bad none of you brought anything more protective than that tank "

The CEO's daughter always acted like a little spoiled princess. You fumed as she was given a sought-after internship position at the company right out of university. You bit your tongue as she stole credit for your research, and still outperformed you in every way. The final indignity came when she was promoted above you, to head your human enhancement project. That was the last straw. You knew what complaining would do no good, so you started looking for a job at the company's biggest competitor.

It took a couple of weeks for your job offer to be finalised. In that time, the project advanced towards completion. Maybe, you thought, you'd be able to hand your new employers the result of the project as a gift and a means of revenge against your "supervisor". Finally, the day had come. You stormed towards her corner office, resignation letter in hand. You'd already sent off all of the technical data on the enhancement project, which was only weeks away from human trials.

You burst into her office with a triumphant smirk on your face and slammed your resignation paperwork onto her desk.

"You're quitting?" She asked, without even turning from the window she was staring out of.

"You're damn right I am!" You spat. "You've taken credit for my work for the last time you spoiled, lazy, arrogant, bitch!" It felt good to finally speak the words which had been forming for so long in your mind.

"I suppose you'll be going to work at Genix Corp" she said, unphased by any of your abuse. You wondered how she could have known. "I detected a data transfer last night to their servers. Sloppy work - easily traceable and not even the latest project files."

Your grin disappeared. It was okay, you reassured yourself, there's no way she can prove it was you. You covered your tracks expertly, and there's - another thought rushed to the forefront of your mind. Did she just say that they were old files?

"I saw this coming weeks ago, you know." She continued as you turned her words over in your mind again and again. "That's why I secretly revoked your access to the latest progress reports." A sense of dread began to fill your very soul, as you began to guess where this conversation was about to head.

"See, I've already completed the human enhancement project and delivered it to its only intended client - me." You stood aghast as the final, terrible, word hung in the air.

"But, I suppose Genix Corp might be able to finish the work, even with older data." She mused, still gazing out the window. Your mind finally clicked - she had been staring at the headquarters of Genix Corp all along.

Before you even had the chance to utter a word, a bright ruby ray of light stabbed out from each of her eyes. It cut through the glass in front of her, leaving two glowing, superheated holes in the window. The effect on the Genix Corp HQ was much less subtle. The entire structure glowed red and started to buckle and collapse right before your eyes. Within a few seconds, a major downtown skyscraper had been reduced to molten slag and debris.

She finally turned to face you, a haughty grin on her lips.

"Now, about that letter of resignation." She taunted you in a sing-song voice. You scrambled to find an excuse, a justification, or even to just plead for your life. She was obviously enjoying your internal anguish.

"I suppose it doesn't matter" she finally said. "Very soon, there won't be a person on Earth who doesn't work for me..."

How's this for a super-strong, suoer-invulnerable and super sexy Asian superheroine?



--Brantley

Seen this floating around for a while. I think it is done by the same people who made that Astro Girl video some years ago. Unfortunately, all of their videos start out in similar manner from what I have seen. Superheroine shows up, displays her powers, and beats up the bad guy. However, she is then usually defeated in a second confrontation with the video quickly turning to peril.

The following is a dossier addressing the details of several Japanese individuals involved in the incident that has come to be known as "Megamitachi no jōshō", or "Rise of the goddesses". It is hereby filed in spite of its limited usefulness in addressing the full scope of the incident, since as of this writing the number of affected individuals comparable to the ones described is far greater than this document details, but since under the present circumstances a more comprehensive registration of all of them seems less and less likely, it is nevertheless presented for official use.



This subject was the first individual to be publicly identified as a part of the incident. Her involvement was confirmed through her actions as she stepped into a heavily transited public plaza (pictured here, from public security footage) under the guise of an ordinary person, then suddenly began floating several feet in the air, attracting the attention of a crowd which quickly surrounded her. Barely a minute after the start of this display, subject began attacking the crowd, utilizing her apparent power of flight at which she was quite skilled, as well as a strength that far exceeded anything her petite frame would suggest. Several casualties and injuries were recorded, though subject disappeared just before emergency response authorities arrived on the scene— along with, it seems, a large number of female individuals who were reported missing in connection to the incident.



The next subject was far less subtle about her modus operandi. Her involvement as part of the incident came to light as a side effect of her drawing the attention of the police through her participation in illegal street races, as well as indictment of theft or fraud due to her recent flaunting of multiple luxury vehicles far beyond what she could afford. The picture shown here was taken during a brief interrogation by an officer who had approached her, though he did not have a chance to finish this interview, as the subject suddenly backhanded him, sending him hurtling several feet in the air, then flew towards his point of impact and hovered above him as she produced two beams of focused heat from her eyes, incinerating him in moments and badly damaging the street below him. Unlike the first subject, this one then proceeded to the nearest police precinct and used a combination of prodigious strength and the aforementioned heat rays to raze the entire bulding to the ground, leaving few survivors, all of whom are presently hospitalized and unable to talk.



It took only the emergence of three subjects before a pattern showing that the incidents were all connected was deemed undeniable. This one threw herself into the spotlight big time, flying straight into the middle of an american football field with the same wondrous powers all these women seemed to possess. Correspondents indicate that she seized what seemed like a microphone, then began ranting at length in Japanese about how "changes were coming" and that "soon the goddesses would take their place and guide the world into a glorious future." Apparently, partway through her speech, the subject threw away the microphone she was holding, yet her voice did not diminish in the slightest, as though her body alone was capable of projecting it throughout the entire stadium and beyond. When she sensed some of the crowd jeering, she flew over to the fringes of the field, where the athletes were situated, and seized several of them, carrying them as she flied upwards, then tossed them around in the air as though doing a juggling act. Though none were killed, there were several injured at the scene, first as the subject stopped her bizarre feat and let the athletes fall to the ground, and then as she punctuated her departure by landing in the middle of the field and stomping the ground with such force that a fissure formed across the entire venue, parting it in two, with the shockwave causing serious damage to other buildings in the vicinity.



The fourth subject was discovered by chance, and though we did not know it at the time, she would be instrumental at helping discern the truth about the cause of the incident. Being a first-year at university, she was the youngest out of all the subjects recorded herein. Her actions were far subtler than those of the others, as she did not act in public, but was instead encountered by a SWAT team responding to violent disturbances within a science building at a campus on the outskirts of the city. Once the team went in, they encountered the subject, capturing the image shown here. Immediately, she appeared to taunt them, feigning surrender, though when an officer approached to handcuff her she sent him flying across the room with a flick of her arm. The rest of the team opened fire on her, but she merely smiled as the hail of bullets didn't create so much as a dent anywhere on her youthful skin. She then kicked a nearby column with enough force to pulverize it instantly, sending parts of the roof collapsing around the agents, before flying up through the newly ruined upper levels and using her heat vision to set much of the wreck on fire. The only survivor of the incident reports that she then gave a quick impish smile and a giggle before disappearing, using her power of flight to shoot up through what remained of the roof, creating further debris that did not seem to have slowed her down in the slightest.



Inquiries made into the fourth subject's identity led us to discover that although she was a university student, she did not attend the campus whose building she had demolished, but rather, another that lay on the opposite end of town. An investigation of this location quickly paid off, as it became apparent that none of the facilities seemed to be in proper operation, but rather, the only place with any degree of activity was a central quad, where a large crowd was gathered around a stage occuped by the fifth subject. The woman in question seemed to be advertising a product similar to an energy drink, though curiously, she and other women had crates of the stuff that they were giving away instead of selling. Our agent on the scene did not engage the subject, but merely observed. Shortly, a young couple approached the stage to claim drinks, which they then sampled. The man practically spat his out in disgust, comparing it to various bodily fluids, whereas the woman made it clear she greatly enjoyed the taste of it. Not long after, the woman began to experience what seemed like a fit of elated laughter, with her giggles quickly turning into high-pitched squeals, when she suddenly leapt up in the air and remained there, doing a sort of flying somersault. The subject, initially feigning surprise, quickly used her own powers to join her and declared to the others that they could share in that power if they too consumed the drink. It wasn't long before one of the men in the crowd complained about it not working for him, with others joining him, leading the subject to approach him with an initially friendly demeanor which turned threatening as she knocked him on his back with a flick of her finger then pinned him to the ground with the tip of her shoe. As she kept him in that position, she shouted for all the women present to share the product with their friends, which was met with loud acclaim. Our agent was forced to withdraw without taking action, as he knew of the previous incidents and was sure he would be kliled if he intervened.



The penultimate subject addressed in this document was encountered under extraordinary circumstances. Shortly after the events of the previous writing, a note arrived at the police headquarters, declaring that one of their female agents was being held for ransom at a small industrial block just outside the city limits. Though the specification of exactly where she was being held was either extremely stupid or extremely suspect, the police knew they had no choice but to act. Sending a good number of their force in, they found the allegedly kidnapped colleague within the complex— though, far from being held there against her will, she appeared to be perfectly fine. Furthermore, those who knew her observed that she seemed far more youthful than she ever had before, at least a decade younger than her actual age would suggest. Before long, questions started being directed at her, which she answered not with words, but by zooming behind the agents at incredible speeds and using the power of heat vision to weld shut the door they had come in through. Afterwards, she instructed them to go further into the building— when she was met with guns being pointed at her, she once again moved faster than any of the others could see, seizing the weapons, then placing each between both her palms before she put them together, reducing the weapon in between into a pile of smoldering slag. Running out of options, the agents were left with no choice but to do as she said.



It was then that the agents met Dr. Koizumi, the inventor of the power-bestowing drink and the one responsible for all of the other incidents. A former biochemist at the university the fifth subject seemed to have taken over, it appeared all but the previous subject had been her students at some point. The photo provided here, taken at that time, shows a frame far different than one would expect upon reading her old profile as a physically unremarkable 68 year old. Though the explanation she gave at that time could be reproduced here, there is no real need, as it is virtually identical to the message that those who have come to be known as her "envoys" preach far and wide even now, with no sign of stopping: Her invention was meant to provide women, and women alone, with incredible powers, so that they may become the undisputed leaders in a new and harmonious age of mankind. Something she did confide at that time which wasn't exactly made public, however, is the fact that she designed the formula to influence other women so that she would always secretly be at the helm— it made all of them extremely docile in her presence and susceptible to her commands alone, making her the behind-the-scenes de facto empress of the world, with millions of generals to run her monumental machine exactly how she pleased. This is a title she did not seem willing to give up anytime soon, either, as she mentioned that though the rejuvenating effects of the formula were noticeable but temporary on other women, she had tweaked it to make herself virtually immortal, ensuring her own continued supremacy. I suppose this is the only truly unique factoid that can be taken from this document, as feats of a far greater scope than those described previously can be witnessed virtually anytime and anywhere now, as there is nary a woman left on this Earth that has not had a taste of the formula, adding to the strength of Dr. Koizumi's army and reinforcing her position as Supreme Conqueror and Commander of Humanity.

I found something interesting on my hard-drive: Asian Girls with some kind of comic or superhero costumes. But I don't know which characters they represent.

"All my life, people have been teasing me about how my dark hair and pale skin make me look like a ghost. Well, after that freaky accident at the lab, I can finally have fun playing along and scaring the shit out of them, appearing right behind them with my new teleportation power. And while I can't exactly float through walls, I sure as hell can fly— and who needs intangibility when I can just shove aside concrete and titanium with my arm, without leaving so much as a mark on my beautiful skin?"



"Hey there, big fella, What's a little girl like me doing in a bar like this all by my lonesome? Why, I'm just taking a load off with a refreshing drink, of course. By the way, could you tell them to turn up the TV over there? I think the news is on, something about a theft at a top secret military research lab where some sort of super soldier serum was being developed. All under wraps, of course, but there are rumours that a drop of the stuff was enough to give anyone the strength of ten men, and even just a glass was able to give someone all sorts of crazy powers that would put Superman to shame. One person having all that power sure sounds scary, doesn't it? I sure wonder where that stuff could have ended up... *slurrrrp*"



"I told you already, if you want to pass, you gotta pay! I don't care if you're confused. Look, if it bothers you that much, I'll tell you about it: Just a couple days ago, some weird sun rays started shining down around here, and all of us girls out here in the country suddenly got a lot stronger. Well, the girls and t he women, not that you'd be able to tell, as thanks to those weird rays I look about the same as my granddaughter now. How strong did we get, you ask? Strong enough for just little old me to stop your little toy train back there without breaking a sweat. So now, because I say so, you get two options: Pay up and get outta here, or my foot on your throat. You'd best get used to it too; even this whole valley is starting to feel a little small with our new powers, so we'll likely be paying a visit to the city boys before too long to see about expanding the lands we own."



"What do you mean, what am I doing just sitting out here on the track? For your information, you pathetic small-minded nitwit, I am in the process of testing the quantum potential absorption field I just finished developing in the physics lab and applied to myself. It's a very simple principle, really, not that I'd expect you to grasp it— in layman's terms, I now have the ability to take in the effects of any physical activity performed in a given location at any moment in time and instantly apply it to my own body whenever I please. Already I've absorbed hundreds of jogging hours from this location, giving me the strength, agility and resistance of twenty olympic athletes, not to mention transforming my body so that nobody would ever recognize the frumpy, pudgy wallflower I used to be. I hope that satisfies you, insect, because if you don't get lost right now, I'll be happy to administer the strongest kick this world has ever seen directly to your groin, though I doubt that will send you flying nearly as far as I'll be able to after I finish absorbing all the latent energy in the gym next."



"We have a full stadium? Excellent, it seems that my experiment was successful— not only have I gained all sorts of awesome powers, but it appears the most important one, the ability to influence the minds of all around me to worship and obey me, is every bit as effective as I'd hoped. Now, my darling new slaves, why don't we do an hour of prayer and worship to your new goddess for the hell of it, then go out on our very own parade around the town so I can reach out and bring everyone in this city into our wonderful family?"

Dr Barnes, did you really think that concealing your secret lab in this abandoned high school and bricking up the windows was going to stop me? The idea of hiding from me is as laughable as the idea of developing a weapon that can stop me. Face it, I've all but wiped out all of the Earth's armed forces, and most major countries have already surrendered to me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?

Just because you were the one who developed the super serum, doesn't mean you can undo it. Sure, I might have been "just" your little lab assistant, but since taking the serum I've also developed an intellect that makes you look like a monkey banging rocks together. I've not only developed a method of enhancing my super powers but I've also found out how to stop the process from ever being undone. That's right - I can never be de-powered.

Now, the question is what I do with you. Tell you what, I'm feeling generous. Crawl over here and kiss my boots and I'll consider letting you live as my plaything... for a while at least...