Message-ID: <18874eli$9901220315@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lisaann69@aol.com (LisaAnn69) Subject: Supergirl Becomes Superslut, Pts 1-2 (sexual content) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990106105113.06027.00007100@ng139.aol.com> The following is a work of erotic fan-fiction inspired by the character "Supergirl". Supergirl, and all related properties, is copyright by and a registered trademark of DC Comics, A Time-Warner Company, all rights reserved. No ownership of the character is implied by the author of this piece. This work is not for sale by any parties. Feel free to repost in free areas, but no profit should be made from this piece by any parties involved. This story contains mature subject matter and should not be read by anyone under the age of consent. Since that age varies from country to country, use your local regulations as your guideline. I would not recommend this story for anyone under the age of eighteen years. Nor would I suggest you read it if you are easily offended by graphic sexual dialogue. SUPERGIRL BECOMES SUPERSLUT, PART ONE Kara had been quite busy. With Superman off-world dealing with Darkseid, she had volunteered to fill in as guardian of Metropolis. The Maiden of Might had her hands full with the usual group of slugs who believed themselves immune to, or considered themselves too lowly for her attentions. She wasn't quite sure how Clark managed to handle it all AND maintain a secret identity as well. But she flew on to the next problem spot. A throng of people blocked the street by the LexCorp Global Headquarters. Some with concerned looks, others simply screaming "Jump". The object of their attention was a woman on the eighth floor ledge. As Supergirl came into range, the woman stepped from the ledge and plummeted toward the ground. Within a blink of an eye, the superheroine had collected the woman and landed her safely on the sidewalk. "Thank you," the woman began, "I don't know what I could have been thinking. Could I give you a hug?" Supergirl was well used to this type of appreciative gesture by now and accepted it gratefully. At this point, the woman attached a small blue gem to the back of Kara's neck. Another cry for help reached Kara's ears and away she flew before she realized that she had been tagged. From his penthouse suite, Lex Luthor watched the Girl of Steel fly off. "Superheroes are so magnificently predictable." He raised a glass in toast and acknowledged his partner in this endeavor, Mr. Mxyzptlh. The two chuckled as Supergirl flew to her next encounter. When she arrived at the pier, there was no one around. "Either somebody is playing games, or they figured out how to solve a problem without me for a change." Supergirl took a last look around to be sure all was alright before flying off again. "Finally all is quiet," she thought. "Maybe now I can get to bed and play with my twat." The odd thought made her stop in mid-flight. It's not like Kara never masturbated, but it wasn't usually so blatant a plan. She shrugged it off as being the result of too much work and not enough sleeping around.... er.... sleep. "Boy, I really do need to get to bed....with someone. Her mind was so involved with it's sudden preoccupation with sex that she didn't notice the not-so-subtle changes to her body and costume. She finally just admitted to herself that she was as horny as she'd ever remembered being. Too bad she wasn't seeing anybody right at the moment. Fortunately, she'd packed her trusty vibrator when she came to Metropolis. A quick trist with the fake dong, a shower, and a good night's sleep. She'd convinced herself that was all she needed. "Help!" She cursed her superhearing as she headed off to the rescue. A family was being held up by a couple of thugs when Supergirl landed in the alley. Not wanting to delay her self-gratification, she was glad that they scared off when she approached. As she turned to calm the family, the father and mother each gasped and covered the eyes of their young son. Kara was too tired, and too horny, to care about the reaction and went on her way. Only later giving it any thought. She landed on Clark's balcony and went into the apartment. That's when she realized why the parents had reacted the way they had. There, in the full-length mirror was a reflection she didn't expect. She looked like what a stripper might wear to dance as Supergirl at a club. Her leotard had been reduced to nothing more than the briefest of slingshot thongs. The blue material stretching over her shoulders down to barely cover her nipples. Her breasts were fuller and rounder than ever before. As she followed the material down she realized that the material just barely covered her cunt. And there, carved out of her blonde tuft of pubic hair, was the "S" logo that would normally have been on her chest. Around the back, her cape had reduced to nothing more than strips of red lace that followed the straps down her back and disappearing deep into the curve of her ass. And what an ass, it was rounder... plumper. And one final touch, a tattoo of the "S" logo on her right ass cheek, and underneath it in large letters the word "SLUT". Kara couldn't believe what she was seeing. Moreso, she couldn't believe that the sight was making her hornier. She began furiously pumping at her pussy with one hand as the slight material of her "uniform" pushed aside. The other hand was busy pulling at those magnificent tits of hers. She couldn't stop herself. She couldn't look away. She was mesmerized by the vision of sex in the mirror. "How did this happen. Why did this happen. Oh, I'm gonna cum." The thoughts of her predicament gave way to the super-orgasm that she was inflicting upon herself. Her knees buckled, she fell to the floor and finished herself off. In doing so, the small blue gem was knocked from her neck. SUPERGIRL BECOMES SUPERSLUT, PART TWO Kara's head cleared fairly quickly after her orgasm. At least enough for her to take a shower before dropping off to sleep. It was a restless sleep though. Her dreams were filled with images of her new body. She saw herself walking into a darkened room wearing only her new uniform. As she walked to the center of the room, the lights came on... spotlights glaring at her. Then loud dance music came blaring out, along with the hoots of dozens of men who were surrounding what she now saw to be a stage. Her first thought was to turn and get out of there. But then she realized her voluptuous new body had other plans. She started dancing in the most erotic ways. Thrusting her hips. Gyrating out of control. She actually took flight over the stage as she spread her legs wide above the appreciative crowd. First one finger. Then two. Soon she was fist-fucking herself as she glided over the stage. So lost in the feeling, she didn't even notice the men start to climb the stage. Her hand was replaced by a dick. Another in her mouth. Seemingly endless fucking and sucking ensued as she hovered between two well hung cocks at a time. Ten men? Twenty? Thirty? She lost count. When she woke, Kara was covered in her own sweat and cum. Her body had retained the changes caused by ... whatever. Right down to the well-pruned logo in her pussy hair. She wasn't sure what was causing this, she had a good idea. But first another shower. Getting dressed was another problem. Her new body wouldn't fit into Linda's conservative wardrobe. She certainly couldn't go out in broad daylight in that "thing" that her uniform had become. Fortunately she had a spare uniform. It would certainly test the limits of the spandex, but she had to wear something. As she flew toward LexCorp, her uniform started reproportioning again. This time it seemed to change pattern slightly. Her boots became stiletto heeled shoes and red thigh highs attached to a blue garter belt. The now-transparent red cape draped over her shoulders and attached to two gold nipple rings. The final touch was a clit ring with a tiny bell on her now exposed pussy. Unfortunately, Kara was too lost in thought to notice these changes. She landed on the balcony of Lex Luthor's suite and caught a glimpse of herself in the window. Embarrassed, she was about to fly away when... "I must say, I like the new look. Trashy, yet colorful." Kara turned to face Luthor. Her face flushed with embarrassment. But she was determined. "Just what did you do to me, Luthor?" "A little experiment that I dreamed up for your big brother." "Cousin." "Whatever." Lex was obviously gloating. "You see, since Big Blue had managed to ferret away all of my kryptonite, I decided to try and create an artificial version. Unfortunately, my attempts never quite lived up to the original. Then, I hit on the idea of combining the weaker compound with something else. If I couldn't kill the boy scout, I could take the shine off his merit badges perhaps." Lex could sense the rising anger in Supergirl. "Viagra." He stated. "What?" "The little blue pill.... pop it down and pop it up! Miracle of the '90s." "I know what it is Luthor. I want to know why." Lex let out a chuckle. "What good is a superhero who can't get away from his, or her, own fist? You being here instead of Superstud was just happenstance. But I must say I approve of the results so far. I am surprised that your staunch moral code allowed you to be seen in public in such racy attire though." "Exactly. Your little concoction couldn't have managed to do this. Maybe boost the sex drive, possible alter my body chemistry, but what's with my clothing?" Kara felt as long as he was answering so easily, she might as well try. "Ah yes. A brilliant touch added by a partner I've taken on for the endeavor. And the results speak for themselves. Basically, anything you put on will mold itself to the new you. By the way, I've never been so happy to see that 'S'." Having heard all she could take, Supergirl started toward Luthor. He promptly opened a box on the table next to him and produced a long, smooth blue crystal. "Let me introduce you to my latest creation. I call it Blue Kryptonium." Kara stopped in her tracks, a familiar tingle coursing through her body. "The volume is about 500 fold that of your first exposure. I don't know if it will have 500 times the effect. But you should have fun finding out." With that, Luthor stepped toward Kara. She was obviously feeling the effects of the crystal as he ran it down between her breasts, over her firm stomach, past the pubic logo. She grabbed his hand just as he was about to insert it into her cunt. But she couldn't pull it away. He, of course, wouldn't pull it away. They stared at each other for a long moment. She then helped him guide it into her wet snatch. TO BE CONTINUED.... In part three, the conversion is complete. Lex has himself the highest priced call-girl in Metropolis as Kara's sexual nightmare takes on new (well-endowed) proportions. LisaAnn (69 is just a hobby) "If you make me sticky, I might just return the favor." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----