Claiming Supers Pt 02

Claiming Supers

Part Two.

Sarah Putley, AKA Sally Putty, hero of New Avalon and founding member of the Ladies of Liberty, indulged in a big yawn as she drank in the morning sun.

People bustled past, utterly unaware that the young woman seated outside the cafe was a world-famous super. She didn't look the part in sherbet orange leggings, running shoes, and a baggy white sweater. Her limbs didn't extend like rubber noodles when she luxuriated in a stretch. Sally Putty's bob-cut was a verdant green, while Sarah's utilitarian ponytail shone reddish-brown.

They had no idea.

That was the whole point of a secret identity. If Sally Putty craved the public eye, she could whip off the wig and slip on the spandex anytime. Plenty of heroes did. Patrolling in costume whenever their egos needed a boost. Civilians went gaga for that shit, snapping photos or live-streaming the moment they shared the pavement with a masked celebrity.

Sarah wasn't about that scene. She fought the good fight because it was the right thing to do.

Sure, the sponsorship deals were nice, but preventing evil was its own reward.

Knowing she'd saved innocents from harm gave Sarah more satisfaction than any front-page headline or nightly news report. If only her squadmates felt the same.

Colette certainly did, and Sarah respected their team leader for that. Silvejia was exiled alien royalty; the lavender-skinned speedster struggled with a cultural divide as vast as the galaxy, which excused her

faux pas.

But Miranda...

Their duplicator was in it for sex, money and fame--partying like a rockstar between missions. Her real identity was probably the worst-kept secret in the city.

The tabloids regularly splashed pictures of her one-woman orgies in seedy gay bars. Then, there was that incident at an equality rally where her clones laid into the counter-protesters with shocking force. Or when she populated a Mardi Gras float with dancing copies barely clad in body paint and feathers, sans mask.

Corporate's legal teams billed hundreds of extra hours after

that

debacle. Damage control on that scale didn't come cheap.

Miranda's ratings had soared, though. She rated off the charts with young liberal and LGBTQ demographics, plus she represented diversity, basically rendering the buff brunette bulletproof against criticism from their higher-ups.

She was simply too... marketable.

Sarah sighed, shaking away the exasperation. Miss Myriad was there when it counted, chewing gum and stomping baddies in numbers no other duplicator could approach. She was a walking army. The Ladies of Liberty were lucky to have her.

"Pardon me, is this seat taken?" Asked a chipper voice.

The elasticated girl's head snapped up. A woman stood with a coffee in each hand, smiling brilliantly as she slid into the spare chair.

"Actually, I'm expecting a friend." Sarah had received a priority transmission from Kinetica, requesting they meet in this cafe. Her team leader was light on the details but insistent. "Sorry, if you don't mind--"

"Not at all!" The stranger exclaimed, resting her take-out cups on the small table. "This won't take a minute."

Sarah frowned, examining her.

A sparkly disco-ball dress snuggled the woman's lush figure, entirely too showy for a weekday morning. A sweetheart neckline labored to contain overflowing cleavage, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. Blonde hair streaked with pink hung like a golden banner down to her narrow waist in dense waves while large round sunglasses obscured a classically beautiful face.

She looked like a silicone-padded pornstar, straining the teensy outfit at the bust, hips and thighs. Impossibly trim in some regions yet full to bursting in others--a sick caricature of feminine sexuality.

Sarah's gut twisted in disgust at her mere proximity.

Women like this were the antithesis of everything the Ladies of Liberty represented. Her team was the pinnacle of female empowerment, a shining example for the next generation. Proof that girls could achieve anything through hard work and dedication without degrading themselves.

"My friend will be here soon." Sarah sniffed, raising her nose. "There's plenty of available seating. Bother someone else."

"I'm not a bother, promise." The cow-titted barbie giggled. Yeesh, what a bimbo. "Here, I even bought you a coffee. Double shot americano with almond milk, right?"

That brought her attention back to the intruder with renewed scrutiny. A single sachet of sweetener rested beside the cup. She had her coffee order down to the smallest detail.

"Who are you?" She asked, tensing for a fight. "I don't appreciate stalkers, pushy fans, publicity agents, or headhunters. God help you if you're some fresh psycho trying to make a name..."

"Sarah, relax. It's me, Colette." The blonde tittered, sipping her morning joe. "And Headhunter's still in supermax last I checked."

"Boss lady?" Mouth agape, Sarah reexamined the woman. Impossible... yet her fingers weren't gripping the coffee. It hovered in her cupped palm. That level of nuanced control was irrefutable. "Wha--what happened? Who did this to you?"

"Oh, Sarah, I made a fantastic discovery. Unearthed a true treasure!" Colette leaned across the table, her enlarged breasts nearly spilling out. "An unregistered enhancer. You won't believe how I found them."

An enhancer?!

Enhancers were rarer than eunuch dicks--supers who amplified others' power to greater heights. Every hero squad dreamed of recruiting one. Their services didn't come cheap, and the most potent enhancers, those that gave

permanent

boosts, often vanished--spirited away by the military or more sinister organizations.

Still, Sarah tempered her excitement. The extreme alterations of her friend's physique were concerning. She had to tread lightly...

"Are you sure? Boss lady, I hardly recognized you. It's not, um... on-brand." She gestured at Colette. "Explain precisely what the enhancer did."

"What

didn't

he do! I'll admit the physical alterations were a surprise, and a new costume is in order, but he's wholly altered my power set. I've leveled up! Isn't it marvelous? I can't wait to introduce the two of you."

Hearing her usually even-tempered team leader wax lyrical over this mysterious

He

deepened Sarah's sense of unease. The radical change in fashion didn't help either. Colette always favored a modest wardrobe; the bookish blonde concealed her ultra-fit form behind long skirts and loose blouses.

She didn't prance about in tiny club dresses and... were those silver high-heel sandals?

"Leveled up..." Sarah grimaced at the ambiguity. "How? Where did you meet this guy?"

"That's the best part. I already knew him!" Her friend clasped her cheeks like a love-struck schoolgirl. "Fate has intervened on our behalf, sending us the blessing we need to eradicate the filth from this city."

Sarah was reasonably sure Mistress Fate and her Holistic Avengers were battling Colonel Kismet for control of the Suez Canal. She'd read a report about the causality storms wreaking havoc on the isthmus yesterday.

Frog plagues sounded disgustingly slimy.

"It's my beau. The fella I've been seeing." Colette whispered. "We met at his apartment for date night, but he was different in a way that resonated with my power. A primal calling. An irresistible attraction. We've taken things slowly--you know me--but last night? I was a freight train without brakes."

"And?" Sarah prompted, dreading the inevitable conclusion.

"He

enhanced

me. It was glorious. Like I've never felt before. Imagine a cosmic infusion injected directly into your soul--getting drunk on pure pleasure, only to grow stronger. There's no downside! We can eliminate the rot infesting New Avalon by sucking and fucking a total stud."

Worst suspicions confirmed: the elasticated girl shoved to her feet. Colette--no,

Kinetica

was compromised. She needed to retreat and warn the Ladies of Liberty. A grave threat loomed over everyone if their top-tier telekinetic had switched allegiances.

Who could they call to subdue a powerhouse like her?

"Sorry, I've just remembered an appointment. Rain check?"

Kinetica's brow furrowed, her expression cooling into icy disdain. She straightened into a regal posture. Spine stiff and chin lifted.

"You don't trust me? After the hardship we've endured. I'm offering the chance of a lifetime, and you question my judgment?"

"Can you blame me?" Sarah hissed. "Listen to yourself. Look at what you're wearing. This isn't you, boss lady. I don't know who this guy is, but he's--"

"Sarah, I need you to...

relax."

The overtly curvaceous heroine tipped her sunglasses to reveal blazing amethyst eyes where there should've been amber. Their purple-pink glow and her command sapped Sarah's strength. She sagged back into the chair, arms flopping uselessly at her sides.

Muscles unbunched, releasing all tension. Her flight-or-fight instinct receded as even her thoughts slowed their panicked pinballing into a calmer flow. She floated on a lake of zen, surrounded by tranquil waters.

The anxiety melted away, leaving the rubberized girl rested and...

relaxed.

A small voice inside her jibbered in terror but it was distant, difficult to make out.

"That's good. Don't you feel better? Now we can chat without the hysterics." Kinetica sighed, sipping coffee as though nothing were wrong. "I'm disappointed in you, Sarah. I thought we were friends. Then you repay my kindness with betrayal? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I-I don't... we can't..." Words were difficult to form through her flapping lips. Sarah's thoughts moved slowly, the creases in her brain loosening like her limbs. "What... what's happening?"

"You were about to flee and do something stupid. I used my new power--a power gifted to me by the world's most wonderful, caring man--to save you from making a terrible mistake. Friends look out for each other."

"New... power?" Saying that much was a chore. She was just so...

relaxed.

Sarah's eyelids drooped, heavy as anchors. Pleasant warmth suffused her body and mind in a bubbly spa bath. Soothing and sleepy. Fingers clicked under her nose, banishing the drowsiness.

"No, none of that. Wake up, girl. You need to listen." The beautiful blonde sitting across from her frowned, crossing arms under a prodigious bosom. "Ugh, you'd think this would be easier. Let's walk and talk. Maybe that'll keep you from nodding off."

She stood, then helped Sarah up. The body-morpher staggered drunkenly until unseen hands steadied her and they strolled arm in arm along the sidewalk.

That was nice; she appreciated the support.

"As I was saying, we've been granted a heaven-sent opportunity. An enhancer, can you believe it? A powerful one, too." Her lovely companion murmured. "This is our chance to save New Avalon once and for all. But he must remain a secret. We can't let anyone else get their grubby mitts on him, you understand?"

"...'stand." Sarah slurred, her limbs puppeted by an invisible force. The sun was too bright. The street was too busy. Everyone needed to...

relax.

"Sounds good."

"Glad you've seen reason. Now we're a cohesive team again; I can take you to meet him. Isn't that great?" Kinetica giggled; that was nice too. Happy and carefree. "Zay is amazing. He's sensitive and hard-working and really cute with a giant dick that'll drive you wild. I worried he'd split me in half but that won't be a problem, right? You're Sally Putty, the elasticated girl!"

"Mm-hmm..." Sarah agreed, saliva drooling from her slack lips. "That's me."

________________

"And this is from our third date when Zay-Zay took me ice skating. He wasn't very experienced but remembered me talking about skating the frozen lakes back home as a child. We held hands the entire time. That dear man is a romantic at heart."

Sarah stared dumbly at the image. It was difficult to miss since Kinetica shoved the phone in her face.

They were curled up on the telekinetic's couch as she spooled through pictures of her boyfriend. He appeared kinda... plain. Unremarkable. Not exceptionally handsome or ugly. Just an average Joe.

Yet she harped on like she'd bagged a movie star.

"Uh... 'kay." Sarah mumbled, her tongue swimming in spit.

Swallowing took a lot of effort, and she was too

relaxed

to bother. Easier to dribble.

"That's all you have to say?" Kinetica scowled, checking the screen. "Well, this doesn't capture his innate charm. You'll see when he gets home." Her brilliant smile resurfaced. "We're living together now, isn't that wonderful? I asked him last night, and he moved right in! It's a dream come true."

Glancing blearily about the opulent abode, Sarah could see why.

She owned a nifty uptown brownstone--a comfy three-bedroom, two-bathroom affair with a courtyard and plenty of space in a desirable part of New Avalon.

It had cost a small fortune and still couldn't hold a candle to the grandeur of Waterline Towers. She didn't know shit about her team leader's sponsorship deals, but the million-dollar views and designer furnishings were telling clues.

Her sluggish brain took in the information her eyes presented, then promptly filed it into the abyssal void labeled "too complicated."

Such concerns could only disturb her

relaxed

vibe.

"You're drifting off again, Sarah. You need to focus and be at your best when he returns." Kinetica pinched her arm painfully. "This is very important. I don't know what I'll do if he rejects you. I promised my man the finest, most deserving heroines to enhance. You're not on your game today."

"Sorry..." The rubberized babe hung her head, inadvertently ogling the blonde's enlarged cleavage. They were genuine whoppers crammed into that sparkly little dress. "I'm trying..."

"I know you are." Slender arms dragged her into a hug, face buried in that fleshy valley. "I shoulder some blame, but you must try harder, alright? Get it together. Zay-Zay won't be interested in a silly ninny."

Shame burned through Sarah, even as she snuggled further into her friend's chest pillows. There was a tantalizing scent...

"How about a different approach?" The cushiony softness disappeared when Kinetica pulled back to examine her. "Let's play to your strengths as a body-morpher. You possess superhuman flexibility, durability and the ability to manipulate your form. How far can you push that power?"

Sarah blinked owlishly, struggling to concentrate before shrugging.

Her power came naturally, muscle memory replacing thought. Drawing in a long breath, her breasts ballooned until they matched Kinetica's cantaloupe-sized knockers, filling her sports bra and roomy sweater to their limits.

Full and buoyant twin melons sat high on her slim torso like flotation devices--an apt description since they were mostly filled with air.

Proper honkers.

Sarah beamed proudly, squeezing them. "Works better... with water. Adds... I dunno... um, mass or something?"

Strings of drool splattered onto her straining sweater as she spoke, soaking the white cotton translucent. Sarah didn't care. Kinetica grinned too. Smiling felt nice.

It felt

relaxing.

"Fascinating. Will any fluid suffice?" The psionic heroine asked, toying with the low bodice of her pretty dress. Sarah wished she'd picked a sexier outfit that morning. "I'm confident you can be more than a blow-up doll for my precious Zay-Zay."

Sarah shrugged again, fixating on the blonde's incredible rack. An elusive whiff of musk tickled her nose.

"I-I guess?"

"Good enough." Kinetica purred, yanking down her neckline to reveal big, spherical boobies. They bounded free, milky droplets flicking from stiff nipples. She guided Sarah's sloppy lips to her lactating bosom. "Here, drink as much as you can. I couldn't bear it if you disappointed him. He means everything to me."

Drink her booby milk?

The elasticated girl wasn't sure but couldn't muster the will to protest. Then, a glistening droplet met her tongue in a riot of creamy flavor. Smooth and rich, the lactate flowed freely. A gentle suckle brought forth a thick stream that quickly filled her mouth. She had to swallow or choke.

Gulping, she let the warm liquid slide down her throat, spreading delicious warmth into her tummy. It settled around her core, radiating heat and sparking an unexpected reaction...

Pussy-dripping rousal.

Sarah squirmed, thighs churning as she slurped out more milky goodness, diverting the fluid mass to different parts of her body. The molten lust pooled in her chest, butt and thighs, infusing the flesh. That musky odor was everywhere. Adding another layer to her sensory overload.

"Good girl. Good girl." Kinetica crooned, removing Sarah's auburn wig to comb fond fingers through her green tresses. "Keep drinking. Zay loves my milk. He fucks me the hardest while feasting on my breasts. It invigorates him. Let's pack you to the brim. I've always got more."

By the time they swapped to the other teet, the crotch of Sarah's orange leggings was dark with wetness, and her drenched sweater frayed at the seams around her expanding tit-flesh.

"Mmmph~!"

She was anything but relaxed when the first climax struck, her world flaring blindingly white. Then she felt very relaxed, melting into a gurgling puddle of bliss.

________________

Zane unlocked the door with Colly's fob and strode into the apartment carrying an armload of shopping.

It was his now. She'd signed over the lease, along with several fat bank accounts, no-limit credit cards, off-shore investments, and an impressively diverse stock portfolio.

He'd become richer than Midus overnight by banging the city's top superheroine senseless.

"It's all for you, Sugar." She moaned, plastering her phenomenal body against him while he reviewed the documents, lavishing kisses on his increasingly sturdy jawline. "Mere money is nothing compared to the potential you hold."

A small piece of Zane knew something was off. Personalities didn't flip like a switch. Neither did they surrender all their worldly goods and wealth after a single night of unbelievably hot, earth-shaking passion.

They'd fucked in every conceivable position.

Colly had gleefully ridden his glowing pussy-pounder on the white leather couch, howling with pleasure. She'd begged for his seed when he pinned her to the silk sheets of her king-sized bed, rutting like feral beasts. Zane had even hosed the gorgeous heroine down in their morning shower, watching her poreless skin absorb his iridescent jizz amid the steamy spray of water, cumming herself stupid.

It wasn't right. Zane wasn't a super or an enhancer, as Colly kept insisting. So he'd formulated an excuse to gain some breathing room--some room to think and reflect away from the sex-driven madness.

Colly arranged a limo service to ferry him around the city.

She wanted what was best for him.

Zane returned to his shitty downtown apartment under the pretense of retrieving a few sentimental possessions, only to war with an overpowering urge to burn the goddamn hovel to the ground.

How had he endured such squalor? Living in a human ant colony constructed of crumbling brick and concrete, the sheer injustice enraged him like never before.

Zane might not be super, but he could make a difference through Kinetica--his devoted girlfriend and respected heroine. Maybe even help out some downtrodden masses along the way.

Holding that conviction, he'd left the depressing slum in the rear vision mirror and gone shopping for new duds.

Nothing too extravagant. A Versace suit or three. Racks of Armani shirts and slacks. Serval pairs of Dolce and Gabbana shoes. Bags upon bags of designer clothing that showcased his developing physique to maximum effect. The price tags were staggering but hardly scratched his astronomical bank balance.