Michelle Williams had been surprised when she'd received the call to action. While it was true that she had once been one of the world's greatest and most popular heroes, she had given up that life nearly two decades prior. Surely, she thought, there must have been others more suited to rise to the occasion, but America's Hero Society was off-world, and the situation was too tense to bring in foreign powers. With great reluctance, she resigned herself to her fate and prepared herself for the battle ahead.
Her career had begun when she was only twelve, a short time after discovering her powers. In those days, she had been known as Mighty Girl, and had been the first apprentice taken on by the countries greatest, Mighty Man. Pretty, confident, a perfect ideal for which your girls could strive, she skyrocketed in popularity faster than any heroine before her. It was no surprise that even twenty years later, her rise to prominence was seen as the perfect characterization of the transition from the bronze age into the silver age.
Later in life, however, she had hit her rebellious streak, and her fall from grace had started. Determined to be her own hero, she had abandoned her more conservative costume--her long sleeves, turtlenecks, and frilly skirts, all white and silver--in favor of a form-fitting swimsuit that emphasized her maturing body. With her change in style had come a change in name, too: Mighty Woman; though Super Slut, a name conceived by sexless men on internet forums, had been quick to catch on with reactionary media.
This phase had not persisted, though, and by the time she had finished high school, Mighty Woman had returned to modest costumes that more closely resembled her mentor's. The media had still harassed her for her past decision, but she had been popular with the people, and was able to reclaim her reputation as a symbol of peace and hope, and a proper successor to Mighty Man. Her renaissance, however, had not lasted long. Public perception of the heroine had taken a hit after a series of rather violent altercations that left dozens of villains permanently injured, and her reputation had been all but destroyed when photos were released of the young heroine seemingly lactating through her suit.
The name Mighty MILF had caught on quickly, and with a few weeks, every article printed about her was nothing more than speculation into who had "knocked her up", or how her "mom bod" no longer fit into her suit, or how terrible of a mother she must have been. Of course, everything they had printed was nonsense; she had still been the same shape, and there had been no possibility of her family being found, but the slanderous coverage of her had caused problems. The bad press for such a popular hero had been damaging to all heroes, and every time the media had guessed who the "lucky guy" was, he had been harassed relentlessly by villains. Not to mention the deterioration of her mental health. Being a superhero was hard enough without constantly being called a whore and a slut, and worst of all, a terrible mother.
And so, she had left it behind. Michelle had abandoned her hero identity and focused instead on raising her daughters. Those years had been the best of her life, but she had never cast off the feelings that something was missing, so when she received the call, she knew she had to answer.
The new suit she had been given was similar to her original, though clearly modernized. The top was same--a tight, white shirt with long sleeves and a high collar, a bold M printed on its chest in silver. The bottoms, though, were quite different; the cute skirt of her Mighty Girl years and the silver undies of her early adulthood had both been replaced by white tights. Her cape had been removed from this new design, but it retained a modernized version of her domino mask.
Once she was dressed, Michelle looked at herself in the mirror. She had certainly changed a lot since her retirement. Her hips were wider, her breasts were heavier, her backside was plumper. Thankfully, she hadn't stopped working out, and the skin-tight suit high-lighted her well-toned stomach and her muscular thighs. The tabloids would certainly have had a lot to talk about, but that wouldn't stop her from completing her mission.
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Adam's gaze was locked onto the various screens arranged before him; all showed some variation of the same story. The government had enlisted one of the best superheroes out there to come and upset his utopia: Mighty Woman. She was making a few stops before her trip to Haven City--rallies with the people to announce her comeback--and all the stations were paying lip service to her. The villain licked his lips in anticipation as he watched her.
He had taken the name Adam once his conquest was complete, as he viewed himself as the first of a line of new men on Earth. He had made sure that the best of the Sisterhood were bred as soon as possible, so as to ensure his vision of a world at peace was soon to come. With a light sigh, the young ruler rose from his seat and turned off the televisions. "Such a shame, don't you think Alena? No one looks at what we've accomplished and want to emulate us. They only want to destroy us."
The nude woman at the door nodded in agreement. She had long, black hair that ran nearly to her hips, a perfect contrast to her pale skin. Her body was heavy and gravid, being well along in her pregnancy. "It is, Adam. They just don't appreciate your generosity and foresight." A hand on her belly, she smiled and looked at him with soft, emerald eyes. "Did you want me to signal the Sisterhood to ready for battle?"
Alena had been the leader of the Sisterhood before Adam had arrived. Their battle had been fierce, but its outcome had been inevitable. The deluded hero had to finish inside of her three times before his seed had broken her, but after she was under his thrall, she had become one of his most trusted leaders, retaining her command over the reformed Sisterhood. The massive loads that she had received from Breeder X had made her fanatical in his vision.
"No, there's no need for that." Adam floated over to his lover, his naked form glistening in the sun, and he placed his hands on her belly. "You and your sisters carry my vision with you. I will face her myself."
Adam had chosen the former city hall as his new seat of power, and he had converted it from an old government building to a palace. He drifted to the stand that displayed his uniform. It had been modified since his crusade to free Haven City from the Sisterhood. Most notably, it was now totally crotch-less, letting his massive endowment dangle free beneath him. Minimal pieces of white armor adorned his arms and legs, giving him a great range of motion, and a hardened shell of metal engraved with a dark X covered his front and back. Adam had little need for armor, but he did enjoy the aesthetics of it. It had a regal air to it that was emphasized by the golden cape draped over his shoulders.
His feet touched the ground, and a small collection of the Sisterhood went about dressing their master. More than once, a wandering hand stroked his shaft or groped a fat testicle, but Adam didn't mind. It was their way of showing their reverence; who was he to criticize that?
As the last piece of armor was fitted, he turned to Alena, who had watched her lover suit up. He rose into the air as she looked on, longing. "Please, let me fight at your side," she begged.
"No. If she's even a fraction of the power she was at when she was younger, she will be too much for you. I refuse to put you in harms way." Adam turned from his cadre of followers and drifted to the balcony at the far end of the room.
