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Little Firebug, 3A
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Little Firebug, Chapter 3, (1/6), [Erotic Supergirl, Wonder Woman)
Little Firebug Series
This is one of a series of stories that I?ve written that attempt to
describe the adventures of a very special girl by the name of Kara
Matthews, aka Supergirl. The initial concept borrows heavily from
various comic book stories, the most notable influence coming from the
DC Comics character of the same name, to whom I give all appropriate
credits.
My own characters, however, diverge significantly from any characters
depicted by DC Comics or any previous authors, both in their powers
and their actions. In particular, this story contains strongly erotic
material that is not suitable for younger readers.
IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SEXUAL OR VIOLENT MATERIAL, ARE UNDER THE AGE
OF MAJORITY IN YOUR STATE, PROVINCE OR COUNTRY, OR IF EROTIC MATERIAL
IS PROHIBITED BY YOUR LOCAL LAWS, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!
Chapter 3, EARTH-2 by Sharon Best (17-Nov-95)
Kara had felt an incredible rush of energy as the lightening bolts had
hit her body faster and faster as she stood on top of the Acropolis.
She felt a rush of energy flowing deeply into her body, flowing so fast
that she could not control it, as she felt something growing inside
her. She suddenly felt a sweet explosion from deep inside her breasts
that made them feel like they were expanding to the point of exploding.
There were many very sharp pains coming from inside them just before
the beating of the rain and hail against her body suddenly stopped.
The lightening bolts continued to strike her body as the pain in her
chest forced her hands upward. She suddenly felt her hands trying to
hold breasts that were larger than ever before, much larger. The sharp
pain exploded outward from her chest as she gripped her hands against
the growing softness of her breasts. She began to use the super
strength of her arms and hands to try and restrain the growth of her
now massive and painful breasts, to hold them against her body,
squeezing them against her chest with the nearly unmeasurable strength
in her hands. She knew of no substance in the universe, neither steel
nor rock, that could withstand the full strength of her arms, yet she
felt her hands being forced outward by her growing breasts as her
muscles trembled while she exerted the full strength of her super
muscles. She grew terrified as she felt herself grow so large that her
arms were nearly fully extended as she tried, but failed, to restrain
their growth, as the lightening bolts continued to strike her chest.
She looked down to see the massive globes extending several feet in
front of her as a tearing pain came from inside her.
She suddenly felt a powerful surge of energy exploding outward from her
breasts that made her normally invulnerable hands and arms numb for
moment before her entire world seemed to disappear into a blast a
blinding white light. She suddenly felt herself floating, almost like
she was in space, but without being in vacuum. In fact, she felt
nothing around her body for what seemed like many minutes as she
floated is blissful and total silence, broken only by the loud beating
of her heart and the rushing of blood in her veins. Mercifully, the
pain in her breasts was also gone.
Suddenly, the silence was replaced by the sound of rushing wind as she
felt herself falling, tumbling head over heals in a white vacuum,
before she crumpled face first on the ground. She felt as if she had
fallen from a great height, at least several thousand feet, as she
found she was partially buried in the hard-packed sand. She raised
her head to shake the sand from her long blonde hair while slowly
rolling onto her side. Her hands quickly reached up to feel that her
breasts were much smaller now, but still quite a bit larger than was
normal for her. She tried to look down to see what had happened to her,
but first had to reach up to scrape the sand from her eyes as she
forced them open. She was relieved to she that her chest again looked
completely normal, just a couple of cup sizes larger than usual! She
ran her hands over herself as she realized that none of her old blouses
were going to fit anymore! However, given that she wasn?t wearing any
clothes now, that was the least of her current problems.
Raising her eyes upward, Kara was surprised to look out to see that she
was standing in the middle of a vast desert of sage brush and sand.
There was no sign of the huge storm that had stalled over Paradise
Island. Only the hot desert sun beat down on her.
Kara felt a bit unsteady on her feet, as she looked around in all
directions. She had no idea how she had gotten to this apparent desert
from the lush green of Paradise Island, but there was no denying that
she had been transported a considerable distance. She squinted her
eyes to look up at the sun as she saw the contrails of a jet flying
high above her. She flexed her powerful legs to leap several thousand
feet up into air before she began flexing her calves to generate her
famous flying power. Her body soared nearly straight up into the bright
sky as she accelerated rapidly.
Kara quickly closed in on the aircraft as she saw that it was a Pan Am
Airlines 767. She momentarily flew in formation with it before sliding
down to wrap her legs around the top of the engine pylon. She rested
there, enjoying the cool slipstream rushing by her body, until she saw
a young boy waving at her from the window. This was followed by a
quick camera flash as she saw a number of people pressing their faces
against the windows to stare at her. She waved back before she
suddenly realized she was sitting here, holding onto the aircraft with
her thighs, completely nude. She looked down to see her enlarged
breasts as they were partially flattened against her chest by the
strong slipstream at 550 miles per hour. She quickly felt embarrassed,
so she quickly pushed off from the wing to loop upward above the plane
and then dive back down close to the ground.
Nothing unusual about the aircraft, she thought to herself, I guess I?m
finally back on Earth, thank goodness. The paint scheme on the plane
looked unusual and she had some nagging memory about Pan Am Airlines,
but the airlines were always changing their names and paint schemes
anyway.
Now that she was back on Earth, she realized she had better get some
clothes to wear as well as to figure out why she was out here in the
desert in the first place. Her blue eyes twinkled as she used her
super vision to do a quick scan of the surrounding terrain. She spotted
a small town about 40 miles away. Kara strongly flexed her shapely
calves to power her into a tight graceful soaring turn, one that no jet
fighter had the raw power to match, as she dove downward toward the
town. She was still new enough to flying that she continued to be
amazed that her muscles, muscles that she had thought were fairly
ordinary for a 16 year old girl only a few months before, could now
generate more thrust than the most powerful jet engines ever made.
She still felt a thrill every time she really thought about her ability
to fly this powerfully; unlike Aurora, who just took all this in
stride. She really wished she had re-discovered her powers earlier.
She smiled as she thought of how she would have handled a number of
difficult situations during her early teen years if she had secretly
been Supergirl. She had only possessed the normal attributes of a
Terran girl from the age of 10 until a few months before her 17th
birthday. These had been difficult years, as they were for most girls,
especially for a girl whose body had matured and blossomed more rapidly
than her friends. She had become the focus, the blond fantasy, for most
of the guys in junior and senior high school. Her incredible popularity
had never been matched by her own confidence until she had regained her
powers, powers whose earlier presence had even been blocked from her
own mind for more than 6 years. She had been relieved when she had
graduated from high school a year early, she had always been a very
good student. She quickly started modeling full time. At least she was
now getting paid to be stared at.
However, the physical confidence that now came with her super powers
seemed to make anything possible and her personality was beginning to
change slowly as that confidence slowly seeped into her. She smiled
now as she remembered how she had even dared to return to her high
school prom, as the date of a good friend of hers, while wearing a very
daring version of her Supergirl costume. The deep cleavage of her prom
gown, cut down almost to her waist in the front, and made from a
semi-transparent vaporous blue fabric with a dark blue cape, had
captured everyone?s imagination as she had used her amazing physical
abilities to dazzle everyone on the dance floor. Her long gorgeous
legs and dramatic figure, with breasts that had seemed to be on the
verge of escaping her dress all night long, had mesmerized all the
guys at the prom, to the chagrin of their dates. She danced sensuously,
feet often not even touching the floor, as she moved in ways that no
other woman could. Every guy tried to dance with her as it was clear
to the girls that they could not compete with the fabulous Supergirl.
The fact that Kara?s date was the editor of the school newspaper and
the president of the computer club, a geeky guy who was not normally
found in the company of girls at all, had done wonders for his
self-esteem. Being in the company of the most beautiful, not to
mention the most powerful, girl in the universe was one thing. But the
way she had wrapped her gorgeous arms around his neck and kissed him
all through the slow dances had driven him crazy! He knew she didn?t
really have a physical attraction for him, they were just good friends.
Kara was paying him back for doing her a tremendous favor a few months
before where she had granted him any wish in exchange for his help.
The long detailed conditions of his pay back had amused Kara, but she
was holding up her end of the deal. His upcoming opportunity to be the
first man on Mars was even more exciting than the prom in any case.
They were just waiting for the spaceship, an early model of the Space
Shuttle, sans a powerplant, to be refurbished. Kara?s gorgeous legs,
and the flying power they could generate, would be his powerplant.
This prom dance was a small part of the deal, but Kara had taken her
role a lot further than he had intended, what with her dramatic outfit
and all. Her obvious displays of affection, playful that they might
have been, had made him a living legend among both the guys and girls
in the school until long after he graduated. Supergirl?s obviously
growing passion throughout the long evening, as she breathlessly
whispered more and more passionately in his ear while appearing to
become more and more aroused by dancing with him, had changed the way
everyone looked at him. Her kisses would last long after the dance
ended as the two of them would stand on the dance floor, lost in each
other?s kisses. In the end, the way they finally flew off together,
with his arms wrapped around her fabulous chest as he lay against her
back, had set the rest of the guys at the dance on fire.
The fact that he wouldn?t say a word about his special friend the next
day at school, or on the subsequent days, only made him seem more
confident and powerful. Everyone wanted to know what it was like to be
Supergirl?s boyfriend. He just gave everyone a knowing smile, changed
the subject and found that he was able to began dating some of the most
attractive girls in school. After all, he had been Supergirl?s
boyfriend once upon a time.
Kara was quickly forced to bring her thoughts back to the present as
she flashed between the low buildings of the town. She spun around in
mid-air, flexing her calves strongly one more time to kill her
momentum, while landing softly on her bare feet. She had come to rest
behind what looked like a clothing store while hiding herself in the
narrow alleyway. Walking around nude in a small town like this was
sure to get her noticed!
A quick scan inside the building with her super vision showed that it
was apparently closed for lunch. A quick twist of her fingers and the
case-hardened lock on the back door was torn open. She entered quietly
to stroll down the aisles, feeling more like a thief than a shopper.
She was disappointed to notice that most of the clothing was Western
style, a style she was not fond of. She was still able to find a
little flared and pleated miniskirt that fit her and v-neck bodysuit
that was comfortably snug across her chest while leaving her arms and
shoulders mostly bare. The dramatic cleavage formed by the deep V of
the top was interesting as she looked in the mirror. She was clearly a
lot bigger than she ever had been before! The skirt, for its part, was
scandalously short as it reminded her of her long lost costume. She had
to admit that she had always enjoyed the attention she got from wearing
short skirts; her legs looked like they were made for such clothes.
This was especially true now that the unusual tone of her muscles made
her legs even more eye catching than ever before. What she wasn?t used
to was having this dramatic of a chest!
A pair of soft white mid-calf boots completed the outfit as she quickly
got dressed. Another quick scan of the street showed no one was
coming, so she took a moment to grab some eye shadow as she did her
eyes. She hadn?t worn any makeup in, what was it, weeks? She paused
as she suddenly realized that she had no idea of the date.
A quick scan of the newspaper stand outside was comforting, it was only
4 weeks since she had been with Mark at the house in Colorado. Four
weeks of nearly continuous excitement as her adventures had taken her
into space and even to another dimension! She remembered Wonder Woman
very fondly as she hoped there was a way for the two of them to meet
again. They had some very pleasant but unfinished business to attend
to! Business that made her feel more like a woman than the teenage
girl she still was.
She was turning away from the newsstand when she saw an article that
caught her eye. Something about a man called ?Superman? who was
fighting some terrorists in the middle east. ?Superman?, what was, or,
more appropriately, who was, this ?Superman?? She had never heard of
such a person.
She struggled to read the rest of the words, but her super vision
didn?t work very well when you had to pick which side of a thin page of
newsprint to focus in on when you already had to look through the wall
of a building and the steel sides of the newsstand! She decided to
quit straining her eyes as she walked around and took a quarter from
the till. She hesitated as she reached in to take a couple of ten
dollar bills from the drawer. She would have to pay the loan back when
she got some legitimate money.
She stuffed the money into a small pocket at the waistband of her skirt
before opening the front door and walking out into the street. She
used her quarter to buy the paper before walking over to the
combination bar and restaurant across the street to read it. A cup of
coffee and a salad ordered, she scrunched back into one of the booths
and began reading. The article was very detailed as it described how
this Superman had flown halfway around the world in only an hour! He
had broken into the terrorist?s guarded compound and had dismantled a
small nuclear device that they had been planning to use in Israel.
The matter-of-fact descriptions of his flying ability, strength and
invulnerability sounded like her own powers. But how could a man be on
Earth with these abilities! This kind of strength was a female
characteristic! Only one other man had ever been allowed to leave
Velor on a mission and he had been killed earlier that year in the
battle with SIL (Editors note: Adventures of Aurora, Chapters
12,14-16). Aurora had told her that they always reserved off-planet
travel to females as they were far less likely to abuse their powers.
She saw nothing in the rest of the paper about herself or Aurora, but
they had both been out of the public eye for a while. The real question
was how this Superman had made himself such a normal piece of page 2
news in only a month. He certainly hadn?t been flying around before
she met up with Kirrin and the other Arions.
Kara pulled her knees up against her chest as she looked up to see what
was on the TV over the bar. She was startled to see Superman?s face on
the screen. The sound was turned off, so she quickly slipped from the
booth to walk over to the bar while calling to the bartender to turn it
up.
* * *
Dave, the daytime bartender and part-time cook, looked over to see the
gorgeous stacked blond sitting at the bar with an amazed expression on
her face as she watched the TV. He looked up with a bored expression
to see that it was yet another article on Superman. He reached for the
remote control to turn it up for her as he saw the girl?s eyes staring
intently up at the TV. That damn Superman had every girl and woman in
the country fawning over him, he thought. He had watched the eyes of
many a pretty girl as an story on him came on TV. The interest, and
quite frankly, the arousal, that he saw on their faces was pissing him
off. Why did they have to be so fascinated with this alien man when
there were good solid men all around them. I mean, so what if the guy
was handsome, had an incredible body and muscles of steel, he was still
just another man wasn?t he?
He had heard all the giggles from the booths over the years as the
girl?s had debated what his other ?attributes? might be like,
especially after he started to appear on TV as much as he was now. The
joke was on them anyway. I mean, heck, everybody knew, the guy didn?t
fool around. Something about his superhuman strength being too
powerful or some crap like that. He had heard the women joking about
what they would do with that ?strength? as they imagined it. He had
blanched as he had never realized that women had imaginations like
that!
Anyway, the guy was probably just queer or something. I mean, he could
have any woman on the planet and the only one who he seemed to be sweet
on, if the tabloids were correct, was this reporter called Lois Lane.
She wasn?t even that good looking, at least compared to some of the
blond babes he had seen on TV interviews who were always drooling over
him. The other thing, the guy was always disappearing. Where did he
go when he was done being Superman, home to mama or what? He was sure
of it now. The guy was off butt fucking some queer when he wasn?t
running around in tights. To hell with him.
The blond sitting at the bar with the rapt look on her face was
something else, though. She looked like she was 16, maybe 17, years
old, at least her face did. Her body was something else, especially the
way she carried herself. She had a confidence in her movements that
made her look a lot more mature than that.
He noticed that her unusually large eyes were the clearest blue he had
ever seen. They almost seemed to glow with their own light as they
reflected the glow from the TV. Her face was also stunningly
beautiful, the kind you see on the cover of Cosmopolitan and magazines
like that. High cheekbones, full lips, everything. Her long shiny
blond hair even seemed to glow with its own light as it caught a few
rays of sun from the window. She had cute bangs combined with long
straight hair that came down to about the middle of her back. Girls
like her didn?t come into this town very often, that was for sure!
He walked over to see if she needed anything. Her eyes met his for a
moment as she asked for a refill on her coffee. He almost felt like he
was floating on air as her warm smile showed the cute dimples in her
cheeks. He found he had trouble talk, or even breathing, as he looked
into the eyes of this teenage goddess. God, she was beautiful!
She quickly looked back up at the TV as he looked down her v-neck top
to see the mounds of two perfect and amazingly large breasts! He had
to keep himself from whistling in appreciation as he saw how she filled
out that tight top. If this girl was 16 or 17 like her face showed,
she had the best set of hooters he had ever seen on a young girl,
actually, the best he had seen on any woman! And firm, my God, she
sure didn?t need to wear a bra. A quick look at the two broad points
pressing against her thin top also confirmed that she didn?t bother
wearing one either!
Damn, if her legs were anything like the rest of her, then this was by
far the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid eyes on. She looked so
pure, perfect and innocent, he wondered who the lucky guy was going to
be who popped her cherry someday. Of course, despite her incredibly
innocent looks, he suspected that some guy had probably already had
that thrill. Girls were like that now days. Hell, despite their pure
and innocent looks, some guy could be giving it to her every night! He
leaned back and continued to stare at her as he imagined what it would
be like to be the guy who was slipping it to her tonight. He could
show her a thing or two, at least compared to some young dude, that?s
for sure!
Sybil, the waitress, saw Dave staring at the girl as if he was having
intercourse with her with just his eyes! She had never seen a man get
as lost as Dave did in ogling young girls like this. Too bad for him
that he was a loser in bed. She had given him a tumble once and had
been disappointed as he had not ?walked the talk? at all. All he had
cared about was what she could do for him, to hell with her needs. He
also hadn?t had much to work with between his legs to please her with
in any case.
She glanced over at the girl and for once had to complement Dave on his
choice of subjects for his ogling. The gorgeous young girl, clearly
still in high school, was staring at the TV with the most amazing
combination of wonder and confusion she had ever seen on anyone?s face.
She glanced up to see that it was that first TV interview with
Superman. Well, no wonder she looked that way, the guy was the most
incredible hunk that ever lived! Too bad he didn?t like women very
much. She, like most of the other women alive, would line up for a
chance to take a roll in the hay with that guy! She chucked to herself
as she wondered if the tabloids reports on his other ?attributes? were
accurate. She wasn?t sure what she would do with as much manhood as
the articles described, but she would certainly like to try to put as
much of it as she could to a good use! The increasingly older men she
now dated never did seem to be hard enough for her anymore.
Kara smiled as she heard the almost mocking tone of some of Barbara
Walters questions as the interview continued. She was shocked as she
heard Barbara asking Superman about his childhood. He quickly described
growing up on Earth and how he had learned to use his powers for good.
They showed some old footage of him as a boy, maybe ten years old or
so, as he lifted a huge railroad locomotive above a washed-out bridge
during a violent storm!
This had to be some kind of hoax or entertainment show, Kara thought to
herself, yet it certainly looked like a news show. She and Aurora were
the only people on the planet with those kinds of muscles and she was
the only one who was really public about it. She was Earth?s
Supergirl, she had made many appearances over the last few months, but
Earth had never had a real Superman, with the exception of the
secretive and shy David! What was going on here?
"I see they are showing that interview once again. Wait until they get
to the place where she asks him to demonstrate his powers. I love that
part!"
Kara looked down to see the waitress standing next to her. She looked
like she was in her late forties, curly red hair, but not aging
particularly gracefully. Her body was still very trim and shapely, but
the dry desert air was tough on a woman?s face.
"That was the first real TV interview he ever did, a couple of years
ago now. I?m glad he decided to ?come out of the closet? after all
those years of sketchy newspaper reports and lousy photos."
"A couple of years ago! You mean, he has been on TV since then?" Kara
asked incredulously.
"Gee, where have you been honey? Yeah, the guy is famous now. Where
have you been, anyway?"
Kara ignored her question as she heard Superman talking about his
ideals. She was a little surprised as she heard his bland idealistic
statements about ?truth, justice and the American way?. She hadn?t
heard anyone actually talk like that before, but remembered reading
some LIFE magazine articles in high school that had interviews with
people from the early 60?s. She knew that there had been a time when
people, at least Americans, thought that way. The world was clearly
too diverse and complicated today for such simple statements, yet here
was this guy on TV throwing out these platitudes like he was serious
about it.
Barbara clearly reacted to the same thing as she tried to dig below the
surface of his quiet, almost childish, demeanor. "Not very
sophisticated is he?", the waitress added. "Especially in this first
interview. It was almost as if he had been locked up his whole life,
never interacting with people. He is a lot more real now days. A
couple of years of media exposure toughens you up in a hurry. By the
way, my name is Sybil."
Kara looked down to shake her hand. "I?m Kara, Kara Matthews." She
waited for the usual response, but saw no sign of recognition in her
face. Anybody who read newspapers or magazines or ever watched TV
would know that Kara Matthews was really Supergirl; Kara had been very
open with the public. She had even done a couple of TV specials where
she had invited Aurora to join her as they had talked about themselves.
The network had even been asking her to do an American Gladiators type
of show where she competed against Aurora, but they hadn?t worked out
the details yet.
However, Sybil?s blank stare was a real surprise to Kara. How could
this woman knew all about this ?Superman? but nothing about herself!
She realized that Sybil was probably wondering about her the same way.
She suddenly realized that she had to try and explain why everybody
knew about Superman except her. She remembered this article she had
read about these private girl?s schools in Europe. Yes, that might
explain her ignorance. "I?m sorry if I?m staring so much, but I?ve
been away at school, an academy in Switzerland for the last few years,
and they don?t allow TV there. I?ve never seen a picture of Superman
before."
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