Hey folks, I have like fifty other stories going on, but I just cranked this one out in a few days. It seems fun, so I may pursue it more.
ENF WARNING
This one is best for those who are fans of ridiculous, over-the-top, humiliation stories. That, and a little bit of superheroes, science fiction, and attempts at humorous situations. I don't go hardcore often, but I am pretty confident that I will, as the story progresses. I'm also sure this theme has been covered before, but this is my take on it. Hope you enjoy! I'll write more if there's decent feedback, as I have lots of ideas.
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Penny Warthington was nerdy and awkward growing up. Grade school hadn't been kind to her, and her tall, lanky frame, combined with her thick braces and mussy hair, made her an easy target for the popular kids to bully. Penny withdrew from reality over time, and stayed home most days with her head buried in her comic book collection. It was a hobby most often reserved for boys, yet she didn't care. The adventures in the comic books took her places, away from the pressures of school, and the bullies that filled the halls.
Penny might imagine she was Storm, throwing her bullies into the air with typhoons, and zapping them with lightning. Or She-Hulk, powering her way threw any obstacle. Her favorite characters tended to be the strong-willed women with challenging lives. Black Widow and Red Sonja may have been the women Penny most fantasized about portraying. How she wished she could be so bold, so assertive, and not just supernaturally powerful. In her mind, those women earned it. Their challenges in life only emboldened them.
Even as Penny began maturing in her later years, she still hid behind a shell... and the pages of her comic books. Years of being bullied for being ugly and awkward, had convinced Penny that she always would be. But under her mismatched clothing and thick rimmed glasses was now a 5'8" college student, with long, slender legs, and a pert C-cup figure. Penny had no idea how to be attractive, still wearing frumpy clothing over a "slumpy" posture. She usually held her books to her chest, as she looked to the ground, and rushed from one class to the next.
Penny never thought much about sex, too immodest to broach the subject. Her comic book collection consisted of super-heroes and villains, not erotica of any sort. Penny explored her body as often as she explored the Antarctic. She was the type of girl that would close and lock the bathroom door any time she used it, even if she was the only one in the house.
The only friend Penny had was Antwon Higgins. They met in junior high, bonded through the years, and eventually agreed to go to the same university, if only to share an apartment. Antwon was as much a nerd and introvert as Penny, but he was also blind. Completely, utterly bind, ever since birth. More interestingly, he shared the same platonic attitude towards sex as Penny had. The subject rarely came up between them.
One day after class, while Penny was walking back to her apartment, just as she was nearing a convenient store, a man with a knife jumped her. He pulled her into the nearby alley and warned, "One peep and I'll cut your throat!"
It was as if time had both stopped, and been rushed. Penny's heart had definitely stopped, but she seemed rushed into the alley so quickly, that she didn't have time to process what was happening. Never before had Penny been touched by a man, and now here was a stranger, shoving her around like a potato sack. Penny turned to face the man, fearful for her life.
"Lady, your clothes, quick. Give me your clothes!"
"Wh... wh... what?" Penny was horrified at the thought of being naked in front of someone. In an alley? In public? She was frantic. So frantic over just the thought of being naked, that the idea that she might be at risk of being raped hadn't even crossed her mind.
"Come on!" screamed the man, yanking on Penny's plain, white, button-up shirt. He began unbuttoning the shirt himself, while still managing to hold the knife. "What's wrong with you? I ain't gonna rape you. I just robbed a liquor store and they're after me. Know what I was wearing. I need your shirt and pants."
Penny was trembling, but trying her best to comply. The man yanked down her pants, revealing a pair of "grandma" underwear, but once he got the shirt wrestled off of her, he stopped.
"Holy shit, lady. You're hot, and you wear this shit? This suits me better than you."
And in minutes he was proving that, dropping out of his clothes, and putting Penny's on in their place.
"A little tight, but it'll work. Thanks, lady."
Penny looked at the scruffy man. He was eyeing her up and down, as she desperately tried to cover herself.
"So we got an understanding? Tell no one about this." The man waved the knife at Penny as he spoke. "I know you. I seen you in the neighborhood, and know where you live. Anything gets to me, and I'll have my goons on you, understand?"
Penny nodded, but the man's threats made her so angry. So very, very angry. He had no right to take her clothes and leave her like this. Without thinking, Penny rushed forward and shoved the man. He had no chance to react, as he was lifted into the air and sent flying twenty feet back, hitting the brick wall of the building behind him. He made an "oomph" sound before passing out, the knife dropping from his hand.
"What... the... shit?" asked Penny, her palms up, on the side of her face. Had she thrown a full grown man in the air? Was he okay? Before she had time to think, a bright flash erupted from behind a nearby trash bin.
"We've been watching you, Penny." It was a voice she heard in her head, more than her ears.
"Wh... wh.. ," Penny said, squinting and raising her hand to her eyes. Finally, the light subsided. "What is this?" asked Penny. "What's going on?"
As the light faded, an image appeared. It was humanoid, but not human, and Penny couldn't actually focus on him... or her... or it. It was as if it were an out-of-focus print, behind a static pulse.
"We're visitors, Penny. And we have been watching you."
"What do you mean? What is this?"
"You like superheroes, yes? You've always dreamed of having powers of your own, haven't you?"
Like any child that grows up reading comic books, Penny was no different. Readers often see themselves playing the role of hero, but it was always just that: fantasy. She knew that.
"This is our gift to you, Penny. Your superpower."
Penny stopped trying to focus her eyes on the creature. It was distracting and confusing. "You mean you gave me super strength?"
"We gave you everything, Penny."
"Everything? Wait, what? Everything? Like flying, or laser beams for eyes?"
"It's possible you could do all those things," said the creature.
Though Penny heard the voice, it was almost as if it was telegraphed in a way that was different from spoken language. Penny looked at her feet and the ground she stood on. She then looked in the air, and although she was only wearing her bra, she lifted one arm high, and gave herself a jump, testing her ability to fly. She quickly landed back on the ground.
"Uh, not sure what you mean by everything...," said Penny, mumbling. "What is this about? Why me?"
"Why not you?" asked the voice. "Consider it a lottery. Also, perhaps... an experiment."
