The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The copyrighted characters it contains are used in accord with the stipulations of their creator as stated upon his website, “the hardest working man in poser-business Mister X!”

YOKLE FLAVOR

Ms. Americana and Flag Girl sauntered through the large impressive crowd amidst the bright garish lights and deafening murmur of the sour smelling bodies and giddy attractions under the blistering noon day sun. “I have to admit that for such a small town this is quiet the local fair.” Ms. Americana found she had to raise her voice and lean in close to her wards ear to be heard over the din of the barkers, game booths, rides, and equally half shouting throng. “Let us move a bit further along and away from this calliope.” Flag Girl nodded her ascent and the two nubile young vixens that had stopped momentarily set off again through the screaming gaudy whirling rides and smells of cotton candy, caramel apples, deep fried everything shoved on a stick, sawdust, and the dung of livestock.

The two shapely women in their patriotic hued underwear strutted forward and the bustling crowd split with stares as they swivel hipped jiggling and wiggling past. “This is a more sedate place,” Ms. Americana smiled as she paused next to a large oak tree bristling in the now felt late summer breeze.

“Quiet the assault upon the senses, eh?” Flag Girl smiled as the dappled shade of the rustling leaves flicked and swam over her and Ms. Americana’s nearly naked bodies. Ms. Americana hummed and nodded. The two super heroines surveyed their surroundings. Though the towering rides where less than a dozen strides away they had managed to find an audio eddy amongst the mechanical music and braying of livestock. The booths had their backs to them and the well trampled and littered dirt with knobs of half twisted grass made a sort of irregular path along the spine of this section of the fair grounds. Large cables covered the area plugged into large raised junction boxes small generators rattled and nearby a leaky garden hose sprayed a light mist turning a small patch of trampled harden dirt into a slippery mud puddle.  “Still it sure beats fanboy service at one of those comic cons.” Flag Girl half whispered as she placed a gloved fist upon her cocked hip.

“I’ll say!” Both super heroines turned their heads to see the speaker who was stepping over and around the mud puddle rapidly. “And just between you and me, after signing autographs all day, how do you get the fanboy drool stains out of your bra afterwards?” It was a young girl wearing a white blouse un-tucked and unbuttoned with shirt tails tied above her navel exposing her thin midriff. Her firm full round G-cup bosom agitated by her leaping over the tail end of the mud puddle showed her dislike for undergarments as did the sheer tight blouse she wore that showed her large pert nipples as they tugged this way and that under the strained satin garment. She wore a pair of tight jeans tucked into her knee high cowboy boots and a red well-worn baseball cap over her long cascade of almost white hair. She removed her sunglasses and held out her hand to Ms. Americana who unfolded her arms from under her own mighty G-cups and replied.

“I recognize the voice and the build.” She took the offered hand and shook it warmly. “You must be that new and up-coming super heroine I have been hearing so much about lately; Southern Star!”

“The Platinum Peach, as all the local newspapers call you.” Flag Girl shook the now blushing young girls hand as well.

“Well, I tend to exaggerate the southern twang and drawl accent when I am in costume; and since I am not in mask at the moment perhaps it would be best if you two called me by my real name, Tammy Knockers.” The teen touched the brim of her cap and winked.

“Tammy it is.” Ms. Americana smiled. “Now, Miss Knockers your call seemed most urgent but lacking in many details when you called me at the Ms. Americana Tower, can you tell us anything more?”

“I can do better than that I can show you!” The suddenly excited girl spun around her long hair brushing over the exposed upper crevasse of her proud bubble butt rear. The two super heroines quickly followed the sliver haired girl as she lead them through a several  poll barns full of livestock and fair goers as she made a bee-line to her destination. They weaved past grassy fields filled with farm equipment on display and rutted gravel and dirt roads that veined and artery-ed through the squat sheet metal buildings and flapping tents. They bobbed and weaved and shimmied and shook their buxom bodies past RV’s and mobile homes and dozens of pasty over weight men and women sitting in lawn chairs. Until finally they vaulted a low white plank fence and found themselves racing through a pasture of tall green brown grass that swayed under the hot suns breath and threatened to tangle their boot heels and send them tumbling down the increasing grade of the uneven ground. Soon even the clang of the mid-way was lost to the buzz of insects and the gentle rhythmic slapping of half-naked breasts bouncing in stride. Only the distant roar of the tractor pull at the white wood grand stands still oddly echoed it’s on again off again muffled bellow.

“Not that I don’t enjoy a good brisk jog, but where exactly are you taking us?” Ms. Americana asked as the flaxen blonde girl slowed at the wooded drawl at the pastures end.

“Oh sorry Ms. A; It’s just over the creek here and past a couple more pastures and fences. Along a soybean field and we are there.” The young teen was pointing into the shadow darkened trees that whistled in the now unfelt wind.

“And where is that?” Flag Girl whipped the sweat off her upper lip. All three women now felt deliciously warm after their brief jog under the noon day sun and their bodies glistened as they stood looking into the wooded drawl.

“Zach’s farm. That’s where he has it.” The white haired girl adjusted her sunglasses on her small pale nose but none of the three women bothered to tuck away their nipples which had slipped out to be exposed from their short run.

“Where he has what?” Ms. Americana pushed her raven coal black bang of hair out of her eyes and shook her head to make the wind-blown luxurious tresses fall back behind her shoulders and in the process caused her shaking jugs to slip out even more of her nipples from her taunt top.

“Why the space ship of course?! The U.F.O. I told you about.” The young teen stood there her breasts heaving slightly as she placed her hands on her hips half exposed hips of her low-rider jeans, her blouse now wet with a shine of sweat had become all but transparent.

“You mean it is still here?!” Flag Girl exclaimed in wide eyed amazement.

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The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment.

Mr. X is a great guy who is constantly bubbling over with ideas. I send him some half chewed up off the top of the head ramblings and he zaps back these great devastating over hand smashes of brilliance. Over the years this spit-balling has produced a large body of ideas that where funny and good but unusable. They were unusable because they ended up being created for what ole X-y termed, a ‘D-lister’ character and he did not have any of those. An A-lister character would be like Ms. Americana or Omega woman or Green Spector, etc. that is characters one would consider on the A-list, and the B-listers would be like their sidekicks, such as, Flag Girl, Spector Girl, or young rookies such as Amazing Babe, etc.  As far as a C-lister Mr. X considered Captain Chloroform a sort of silly zany low ranking villain, but I always liked the good captain just as I liked the blue beetle and booster gold team ups from DC and as such never thought X-y had any real C-listers. Anyway the D-list super heroine ideas required the super heroine to be rather naïve untrained and often just clumsy or just rather unobservant of her surroundings, drawing conclusions that where not all together rational or poignant and seldom correct. And to be honest the Mr. X universe did not really contain such a super heroine. What follows then is a short background story hopefully hokey enough to spawn just such a super heroine for the purpose of using up all these wonderful ideas X has been coming up with over the years. Now as such since so many of these ideas are not mine I simply cannot proclaim this character or story a work of public domain. That is not to say that Mr. X has any intention of using any of this quick back ground story in a poser context someday, but rather that the ideas are all barrowed from him. One last note here; all these ideas, of which I am going to try to use as few as possible in this back ground telling in case their true creator Mr. X decides to either use this character in some future comic or create a far better one and thus have a funnel to make use of all his great ideas, where ideas based on almost all of Mr. X’s existing characters. That is, some ideas where for Ms. Americana and some for Champion Girl and so forth. In order to create a generic enough template to allow the use of most of these ideas I had to come up with a character who had some kind of McGuffin ie: a gimmick reason she could be approached by the general public and asked for her autograph because she had been mistaken for one of the A-lister super heroines. (That was a running gag idea, that in every story the D-lister super heroine would be mistaken for some other more famous super heroine.) The gimmick I came up with is not great but it works.

 

THE DD-LISTER

 

Deborah Lister, Dee-Dee to her friends, slowly opened the door to the basement lab of Raptor Hall. One of the outlying old brick buildings of Delta City University built by an endowment of the long deceased Mr. Raptor whose nearby overgrown old growth forest Raptor Park still enshrouded the long dilapidated and mostly forgotten Raptor Mansion in its dark foreboding heart.

The lab was a small room poorly lit by the congested blinking monoliths and piles of machinery humming inside. Even after Dee-Dee had fumbled her heavy set of ‘barrowed’ keys into her powder blue pull over hoodie and flipped the wall switch light next to the ponderous metal door the resulting few florescent lights that kicked on slowly where more of a blur than a brightness in aiding her to see.

But then again that could have been the effects of the large bottle of whisky which she clutched in her left hand. The bottle was almost empty now, less than a third of its potent amber liquid sloshing behind the thick crystal glass, but it had only been half full when she had barrowed that as well as his keys from her now EX-boyfriends dorm room. She had left the worthless jerk tied, gagged, and blindfolded on his dorm cot bed when she had finally found out that the dreamy package she had been drooling over all semester was nothing more than several gym socks shoved down the front of his tight pants. Let his equally asshole roommates find the naked pinkie pecker dickless wonder and set him free. She had already taken several cellphone pics of him and his embarrassment of so called manhood and had already posted them all to her friends and face book.

Dee-Dee closed the metal door behind her and locked it securely. She squinted through her thick glasses and pushed back her ebony bangs, ‘rock’n the boy haircut of late,’ she sneered and half giggled to herself. There was an old green vinyl chair with split seat and yellow foam sticking out the silver duct tape on the back rest was a nice touch, ‘racing stripes for nerds,’ she snorted and fell into the seat. The right caster wheel did not move so the chair tried to spin rather than push back but she caught the cluttered desk lip with her free hand and wiggled her butt until the chair was moored back under the desk proper.

She hummed absently as she pulled herself out of her slouch took another slug of whiskey, ‘light weight my ass!’ and began flipping switches on the computer towers around her and the rather dusty smeared terminal screen before her.

She had met her cockless ex-boyfriend in the chat rooms of her favorite on line multiplayer role playing computer game and when she had latter stumbled into him quiet literarily on campus a few weeks later she had not been too impressed with his pizza face or his sort of crumpled sunken chest lanky bent in lazy body. But that large meat pipe running down his pant leg thick and long stopping just past his mid-thigh had convinced her in a skipped heart beat to take it from friendship gear to romantic. Weeks of hanging out and increasing frustration had finially led to the great unmasking of this evening and her crushing bitter furious disappointment. Oh well F him. She had been saving a thick long knobby cucumber in her dorm fridge just in case he had been a minute man quick on the trigger and she had needed some ‘frustration reducer’ upon the date’s closure.

She could at least now see this new killer game he and his geek squad buddies had been working on and whispering about so excitedly since she had first started hanging in their clique for the last quarter. She had always been a die-hard gamer and the fact that they would tell her next to nothing about this revolutionary new M.O. they were secretly working on in the abandoned Raptor Hall basement had been killing her.

‘If it is another stuffed sock I may go postal here,’ she muttered to herself as she took another deep swig from the bottle as she watched the game load screen crackle across the screen. It wasn’t a game. Well it was, but it took her a few minutes to figure out what was going on here. Obviously she had expected a project in the works and little more than a solo off line demo to play through but she had not expected the game to still be in scattered files. It took her a while to find the subsystem cache she needed to get the game its self to boot. This in turn did not take her straight into the game mod but instead took her to a character creation screen. It was a super heroine game. And all Jack at that, no Jill. In other words all geeky fanboy fantasy shit designed for pizza faced fat boys to get their tiny peckers hard. The character creation screen started out with a featureless bone rig figure with a shop to buy upgrades and costume pieces and body enhancements and super powers. She used the idiot pop up boxes of the mouse rollovers to piece together the various items purposes and kept clicking on docking boxes to open up encyclopedia pages of explanations and charts and graphs.

It was interesting but nothing really great let alone revolutionary here. It took her almost an hour to realize that the whole set up was geared for virtual reality! That had he shooting up in the chair and knocking over her now empty bottle that clanked hard on the floor and rolled away into the dark. A few more minutes of typing and clicking and a large cylinder behind her buzzed into life filling the crowded dank mildew small room with bluish white light, ‘okay, now that is awesome.’

So got up somewhat unsteady from her chair and began checking out the open cockpit of the upright cylinder. ‘Holy shit! It has a full body scanner built into it!’ she gave a sharp one bark laugh and began to poke about the key pads and terminals around the lighted dais. The game was requesting her body scan input before it would continue with the character creation. She tried it several times before she realized she had to be naked for it to accept the scan. That made her pause and bite her lower lip. She didn’t ‘DO’ naked. She didn’t even do swimsuits at the beach. After a few minutes of doubt and then going over to the door to double make sure it was locked, she began to shed the layers of her clothing. All baggy and oversized. She even had to take off her combat boots and two pairs of socks!

She very reluctantly removed her thick lens glasses last as she was very near sighted and the room became little more than blotchy colors and darkness for anything more than an arm’s reach from her face. But the pod kept instancing that it needed her completely naked for the scan.  The scan took several minutes before the lights turned off in the raised floor of the cylinder and she tentatively exited it and returned to the chair and the computer screen plucking up her black rimmed glasses as she went. The chair was freezing cold even more so than the bare concrete floor and she had yipped and shot straight up out of the seat as the cold split vinyl had touched her naked butt and crotch. She tied her hoodie around her waist and carefully sat back down on its plush thickness. She reached down and from the haphazard pile of her clothes fetched a black t-shirt emblazoned with Rebecca Chambers from Resident Evil 5 Mercs and pulled that over her head.

A few key taps and mouse clicks and there on the computer screen was her naked body in full real life 3-D spinning slowly in place. ‘Wow, I had no idea my tits were so freaking huge!’ she smiled and began clicking on the shop pop-ups, ‘like freaking bowling balls on my tiny frame!’ She snorted a slurred laugh.

Now that she had a base image scanned in she could modify it and kit it out. She quickly realized that the super powers where directly related to breast size, the bigger the boobies the more powerful the character. A bit lame, but that was how the real super heroines did it wasn’t it? Something about the Aphrodite gene and breast milk and all that bullshit?! Still… Jack all the way.

There where point pools based on initial levels of difficulty that only gave you so much to spend. You had to earn the rest of the points in the game and no doubt come back to the shop to purchase future upgrades. Fairly straightforward, but because this was a work in progress she found she could simply key in as many points as she wanted in the open build mode. She began to play with various power combos and tried out some body modifications. The beauty of the game could be seen in the incredible depth of charts and skill trees that seemed to go on forever. One could spend days tweaking out characters here.

Since it was obvious that once morning came and she left this place it would be doubtful that she would ever get a chance to get back in here and play this game again she decided to go for broke and also decided to just accept the whole bigger boobs is good thing and go with it. ‘I am sure those assholes will figure out I took these keys and will change the lock on this door in a day or two... so I had better make this good.’

She tweaked her ‘frog legs’ and made them a tad longer and the calves more balanced to her thighs which she in turn slimmed a touch. She firmed up her booty and made it more rounder-fuller this in turn with her acceptance of the breast as the power source and her sigh and eye roll increase of bust size from her already stunning double DD’s to some double GG cup whoopers! Caused her computer figure to adopt an odd slightly ‘S’ curved stance, back bent with both breast and butt thrusted out. Kind of funny and yet she could see how lame horny fanboys would pop wood over that.

Her face she enlarged the eyes just a bit, she loved playing as a sexy elf on line whenever she could. And thinned her somewhat broader nostrils into a cheerleader button nose that she always secretly envied. She thinned the eyebrows that she refused to pluck in her life and pushed back her ears which she always thought stuck out a bit, ‘Ashley Grahm monkey ears! Ugh!’ Her thin lips she puffed up into pouty pillow lips and she got rid of that dark spot on her chin and the mole on her neck. Her bigger sized breasts looked nicely shaped still; she had always had a killer rack just no desire to show it! Ha! She did pause and do some more lip gnawing before giving into the game designer’s puffy nipple fetish which gave power bonus points for breasts with puffy raised auroras and thick always hard nipples popping out of their impossibly perfect centers.  She opened the extensive chart on various breasts sizes and their progress of upgrades; you had pyramid shaped, slab shaped, crescent shape, etc. hers where a nice full round shape naturally and she just left them like that. Last she decided on a hair color and style. She was a natural red head as her pale skin and freckles and her thick unkempt never shaved strawberry bush thatched between her legs could attest, but she died her hair as black as she could and kept it cut short in a boy hair cut just like her long time favorite game character Rebecca Chambers did in Resident Evil Zero. ‘Great character, terrible game!’ She decided to go with a long blonde straight hair, something she would never wear in real life but that was the whole point of creating role playing characters, to be something alien, different. She changed her eye color from its hazel green to a bright almost lavender blue and whitened her teeth a little bit. ‘got to lay off the smokes.’ And clicked out of the character creation page and into the costume page.

When she did this the screen told her to continue her character creation from inside the pod which had hummed back to life spilling its blue light into the room again. Once again she took off her few tossed on clothes and set her glasses on the pile of her chain necklace with paddle lock and her dog tags which she had gotten at the comic-com, and with ‘brrs’ and arms rubbing each other, walked back over the cold floor and into the slightly warmer open booth.

After a slight hesitation the computer sent its information over to the pod and there was a brief wavy haze in the air before she blinked and saw herself in her new body! Virtual reality without goggles or gloves?! A virtual mirror floated in front of her and she spun this way and that checking out her new tweaked body and tossed and ran her hands through her long blonde hair! Even her vision was fixed, she could see clearly across the room as if she were wearing her glasses. How was this possible? Whatever these nanobot things where they were awesome!

She looked down and ran her fingers through her thick red patch of pubic hair and frowned, ‘carpets don’t match the drapes… I should fix that. Oh and I guess a trim won’t hurt and some nail polish and maybe some tad slimmer hands and longer fingers?’

But then curiosity of the new costume page and equal amazement over her new body over took her and she found herself playing around with the new interface that hovered in the pod and quickly forgot about climbing back out to tweak those last few bits.

She typed her fingers in the air on the hovering key pad and pushed floating screens this way and that out of her way. Every now and then she would stop and check out her new face and body again and never ceased to be amazed by how her huge tits now utterly hid her feet from a casual downward view?!

She pondered over the powers available to her new super heroine body. Flight of course, that was too cool to pass up but point expensive and apparently you had to set the point tally from the computer at the desk she was stuck with a fixed amount left over from her body modifications now that she was in the pod unless she exited the pod but she kept clicking virtual keys, there seemed enough points left over after flight to cover the basics. After all she was making a newbie character and most powers required previous power purchases which could only be bought by experience earned points not initial creation points. She would have to play the actual game to unlock the new power option levels. She did notice that the in game point system gave two kinds of points; one was experience points for achieving events, defeating foes, solving problems, and coming up with original ideas or usage of items. And the second set of experience points where called, ‘the school of hard knocks.’ These where points you earned when you failed missions or where defeated by foes and so forth. The more powerful powers and costumes and the entire really cool base items, the crime computers and vehicles and secret locations etc. all required combinations of both sets of experience points to purchase them.

She decided on increased healing and some increased basic resistance to physical attacks. She would be able to take a punch and not be knocked out cold at least. But a ball bat to the back of the skull would be another matter entirely?! She wanted to give herself some cool martial arts combat moves for defense and offense but could only afford ‘junior high self-defense gym class’… level one. Uh, not so great. She did increase her strength which in turn pumped up almost all her stats. She went from being able to lift eighty pounds above her head with slight effort to being able to lift two hundred and ten pounds above her head with the same feeling of strain in her thin arms. She tried it out and loved the thrilling rush of power that was surging through her new body. Inside the pod it increased effortlessly in size to let her reach down and pick up the freshly created barbell and weights at her feet and jerk them up and over her head. ‘This was cool.’

Her punches went from four to now twenty, but she really wasn’t sure how good that was. She summoned up a car test dummy looking mannequin and tried punching it several times. It took several hits before it slumped to the ground. Not so impressive. Her over all combat level was listed at a four with a combat defense of a seven. Considering there was no apparent cap to these numbers and common street thugs where listed from anywhere from a thirty to one hundred and seventy this did not bode well.

But there where so many other cool looking powers to click through before she decided on this or that. And she still had to spend points on her costume yet! And there was no way she was going to be able to afford a base or secret room, hell at this rate she might not even be able to afford an apartment with a false closet back to hang her costume up in a shallow niche?!

In keeping with the whole game based on horny boys fantasies there were myriad of powers that all had nothing but sexual connotations. There where entire pages of scrolling charts based on shimmies and shakes and boob wobbles and jiggles and how these would affect non-player characters in the game world and a whole series of ‘cock tease’ abilities of seemingly innocent or unaware nipple slips and panty flashes again apparently to cause N.P.C.’s to become distracted or discombobulated or prone to offer up information without them ever realizing it. The jiggle and wiggle skill tree branch offered several bonuses for combat against males? They increased the to hit power and decreased the chance of being struck in combat and yet were much cheaper to buy then increasing one’s base stats like agility or strength. She clicked on several of the breast jiggle and butt wiggle and nipple slips/wardrobe malfunction skill sets and tried them out for fun. She left them on and clicked on other pages, ‘I can always come back to the main page and click off those and open those points back up for more combat or such.’

There was a page that let you purchase ‘traits’? most of these where positive traits such as, ‘Brainy Librarian’ that let you absorb information faster and retain more info such as base facts or figures easier. But those where very expensive. There were also negative traits such as, ‘Bimbo Peak-a- Boo-boos’ that caused you to have occasional embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions at random times but paid you points here and now so you could have more points at the character creation page. She clicked on ‘Bimbo Peak-a- Boo-boos’ and ‘Klutzy’ which made her prone to tripping over her own boot strap or knocking over stuff or getting her cape caught in an elevator door etc. She also clicked on ‘Hello Nurse!’ which made every person who first meets her up close for the first time trip and do a face plant right into her breasts. She got a ton of points for taking that one! She took the points and went back to the costume creation page. She could change all of this stuff latter and even add more points to spend from the computer on the desk but right now she wanted to try on all the gear without the hassle of walking out of the now warm and cozy almost sexually stimulating pod and back across the cold floor to the other computer and its ice cube chair.

She was really enjoying herself trying on gloves and masks and assigning various powers to the pieces of her costume to act as boosts and power ups before dumping them in the trash can and starting over. She found a fun combination that she liked and drunkenly laughed at. It was pink and all frilly something she would never wear in a million years but it made her smile as she twirled in it. A base cheap pre-made off the rack outfit. It had this really short frilled poofed out skirt that did not cover up the panties underneath. The skirt was actually attached to the panties so it was really a one piece. The top was a sleeveless halter top that did not pull down all the way past her breasts leaving some under-boobage cleavage that was sexy as hell and fun. She put a cut out in the center of it through which her huge boobs immediately swelled up into like rising loafs of bread and placed a glowing symbol hovering above her amazing cleavage. Some elbow length opera gloves and thigh high stiletto heeled boots and a simple glued on eye mask and she was smiling. But at the last second she drunkenly slurred, ‘too damn much pink, hurts my eyes.’ And changed the outfit to a shiny black, leaving the panties white and rimmed the gloves and boot tops in white as well. She frowned at the top and changed it to a black shinny vest with a large zipper running from throat to sternum. A stiff upright collar got two snap buttons and the waistband of the vest got a set of four snap buttons side by side of each other. She tried moving around in the vest, it was tight, skin tight, and each time she moved the zipper slowly unzipped its self as her firm huge naked jugs jiggled themselves out of their confinement. She re-zipped the front and tried a cartwheel. ‘Yeah every time I move the top unzips its self. My tits will be exposed with sunrise nipples popping out in just a few acrobatic moves or a few punches or blocks.’ The creation pages had an observation/evaluation box that basically made statements about selections and how they might affect or be affected by interactions in the game world. The box thought the top was ‘excellent’ and its ‘naughty zipper exceptional!’ it automatically gave her bonuses to her combat and defense against any males. She laughed and hummed, ‘naughty zipper eh?’ She shed the skirted panties and put on a string thong and brought back the glowing floating symbol and placed it directly over the thong. She shrunk down the thong front to a string and increased the size of the glowing symbol. Now she slowly made the hovering symbol semi- transparent and fixed it to the thongs center. Then half in after thought she added two more identical symbols to glow and hover above her wrists. “How’s that gamer boy? Slut enough for you?’ She giggled and raised her eye brows as she modeled the lower garment for herself. Her unshaved red bush was on obvious full display behind the glowing disc symbol. But the bright light of the symbol did hide it from initial glances; you had to really peer at her pussy to make out the thick crimson snatch scarcely hidden there. ‘Once I trim that up it won’t be so noticeable... kind of hot, really. Ha!’

Her voice which had been whiny and nasal in real life she had made smoky and low at the character creation terminal out at the desk and she liked listening to herself in the increasingly warming pod. Her skin felt like a thousand fingers where lightly and rapidly touching her, tingling her, and her new puffy always hard nipples started to throb as did her secretly exposed crotch, ‘damn pod is making me horny? What kind of perv game are these guys making here anyway?’

The observation box gave her several ‘excellent’ ratings for her new lower garment, or lack thereof, and increased her attack and defense against all males again. She laughed and decided to spend some points on transformation power. It would be cool to be able to transform from her basic un-tweaked body into her new super heroine body already in costumed. It was expensive but it would mean instead of just being this fake huge boobed blonde in the game word she could be her own self who transformed into this blonde super heroine, that just seemed way cooler to her and the game guide pop-ups promised it would basically double her earned point tallies.

She chose a word of power for the transformation. More costly in points than using an item like a ring or bracelet but again she thought it wiser. She returned herself to her original naked state in the pod with no tweaks and her vision blurred accordingly and then uttered her new word of power;

“KA-LA-BAM!’

In a flash of blinding white light she went from Deborah Lister to her long haired blonde super heroine in her black and white trimmed costume.  ‘Cool.’

She transformed back and forth a few times until her head felt a little fuzzy and she decided to just stay in her super heroine mode for a time. ‘Damn, I swear the longer I am in this super heroine guise the hornier I am getting?’ she felt very warm now in the pod and noticed the clear drips of pussy juice beading on her tight thong camel toeing her crotch. ‘Damn.’

I need a name, but she had already decided since this was a solo non-on line game of just using her own name for her civilian identity and she had selected and typed in the word of power ‘Ka-La-Bam’ because she had already decided on calling her super heroine, ‘Ka-La’. She clicked back and selected a pre-made back story of being the child of an alien male and human female and just recently discovering this heritage and becoming a super heroine with the powers she had inherited from her long lost father. Her mother had died in child birth and she had been raised in an orphanage and then foster homes. Rebellious and bull headed she was willful and independent. She liked the additional perks and point bonuses this lent to her defense and attack and liked the idea of being a young adult all alone in the game world. No nosy sisters like she had in real life! Ha!

A few more quick edits and then on to game play but somehow before she made any more edits or finished spending her creation points the power began fluctuating in the pod and suddenly there was this terrific explosion!

Very slowly the dazed girl pulled herself out of the rubble and smoldering ruin of the destroyed basement room. The building still seemed structurally okay but the room and all its equipment where utterly destroyed. She looked down to see if she was alright and was shocked to see the tips of her blonde hair floating over her black and white trimmed costume. ‘what?!” it took her a few seconds and then she realized she was in the game world! Those crazy bastards made the game start with the creation pod exploding and you exit out into a real looking game world that mirrors the real world! Ha! She had to admit it was brilliant. Very surreal.

She cautiously tipped toed through the rubble in her high heeled boots. She did not normally wear heels and it was awkward to walk through piles of shattered brick and twisted metal. ‘I think they made this a bit too real. Do I really have time to learn how to walk in high heels in a game?!’ then she remembered she could fly and after a moments concentration floated off the ground, ‘Oh my gosh! So freaking cool! These guys are going to make a fortune!’

The heavy metal door was half twisted off its hinges and she was able to pry and wiggle her way through into the smoke filled outer hallway. Up the basement stairs and she was soon out the main entrance door and out into the over cast cool dark night. Flying along her pointed boot toes about a foot off the ground she began to wonder what her first objectives where in the game?

She tapped her glowing hovering symbol above her crotch and was pleased to see the super imposed Heads Up Display that popped up in front of her face. The images where semi-transparent and she could easily see through them and around them. Popping up the display showed that flying was slowly draining her base power which had been set at a hundred points of action. Still it would take several hours at her current slow rate of flying to significantly drain the power level at all! She paused to enjoy the cool early autumn wind whistling through her hair and smiled at the light breeze that her lazy motion caused rippling across her hot smooth nearly naked flesh.

She noted that the more she used up her powers, wither by a slow constant drain such as this light ambling flying or by surges of combat, the hornier she got. She could very slowly refuel her power level (and calm down her wet throbbing pussy!) back up to a hundred by standing perfectly still or increase it much faster in refueling or calming her greedy snatch down, by transforming back into her civilian self but for the most part she had to acknowledge that she had a limited amount of power and she needed to conserve it until she learned from experience how much each action would cost. She dropped out of her flight lightly onto the leaf strewn common and began to walk.

Still she needed to figure out what her next move was? Now that she was in the game world and suited up and ready to go, what was she supposed to be doing? The H.U.D. was searching radio transmissions and she passed her finger over her floating crotch symbol to tune it into the police ban.

The police ban sparked to life. She never realized how much criminal activity was going on around her?! After a few confusing minutes trying to fathom much of the banter she made out a call for help concerning a woman who witnesses said had just been pulled down into the sewer only a few blocks from the campus by some mutant creature! ‘Mutant creature- sewer- helpless damsel? Yeah that just screamed super heroine!’ With an irrepressible shout of glee, Ka-La shot like a cannon ball up into the sky and arced toward fifth and main.

When she arrived there was already a squad car with a cop talking to a couple and jotting down notes into his note pad. She landed behind him and walked up the few remaining steps to him and extended her hand in greeting as she spoke as he turned, “Hi! I am Ka-La, a super-”   She stopped up short as the cop took a quizzical step toward her and stumbled planting his face firmly into her tits! He staggered to extricate himself and then he coughed and muttered an apology while looking around for what he had tripped over?

‘Shit! That damn ‘Hello Nurse’ trait is still on?!’ The embarrassed super heroine screamed inside her head. ‘Just great.’

The cop coughed out his ‘excuse me’ a few more times and then told her that a young teen had been yanked down into that open manhole about ten minutes ago according to this passing couple who had witnessed the event and he was waiting for the city monster squad to arrive but since she was here now, he waved toward the open manhole with an inviting hand.

‘Was it really that easy?’ she thought to herself. ‘You just show up in a bikini and some boots with a mask and the cops just step aside and let YOU handle the situation?!’  She nodded and strutted toward the open manhole cover in the center of the dark side street.

‘oh am I glad you came along. That poor girl. That thing just grabbed her an-’ the man left the visibly shaken woman he was holding and had angled around the front of the police car to step up beside her as she approached the manhole cover, at the last second he tripped and smacked his face right into her huge left tit. She looked down in shock and noticed the impact had jostled her tits enough to cause the zipper to slip down and expose her nipples. She nervously coughed as the man franticly righted himself and muttered confused apologies as she quickly zipped back up her top and lowered herself through the open manhole cover. It was a tight squeeze for a woman with her new ample proportions but she managed to wiggle her huge tits past the opening. She paused on the ladder rung with just her blonde head sticking out smiling uncertainly back at the three people and gave them a three finger boy scout salute and then promptly slipped off the ladder and dropped with a shriek down onto her smacking ass onto the wet sewer brick pavement.

She got up rubbing her sore ass cheeks and brushing slime off her legs and thighs. ‘This is a little TOO real. They could do to reduce the feedback in the pod. I mean that almost felt like it would have left a bruise?!’

She peered around her, too dark to see anything at all. She reached down and touched the glowing disk floating above her pussy increasing its glow and the glow of the two identical disks hovering above the back of her wrists. These hovering symbol disks where indestructible as long as her power base held out. Damage done to them depleted her power but absorbed all the damage in turn. She increased the size of the wrist disk symbols just in case.

She had not gotten much of a chance to look over the skill trees for dealing with monsters. She had clicked on one of the first ones to just see what it did. Called ‘Bunny Humper’ it caused monsters and enemies to titty fuck her instead of raping her upon defeat in combat. She had stopped cold at that. ‘Titty fuck? Rape me? WTF? Kind of game IS this?!’ she had left the screen after reading that, ‘I do not intend on getting nailed by some NPC is some damn video game!’ But she had left the ‘Bunny Humper’ clicked on and now as she shimmied slowly through the sewers winding inky tunnels she was rather glad. She almost always played her video games with a vibrator in her puss, all girls did. But the idea of getting raped in a video game was well a bit disgusting! Especially as realistic as this game felt!

After several turns and bypassing several branching tunnels she found herself standing before a large grate door of bars. Locked. She could see a wooden handle sticking out of the wall just beyond an old wooden table and chair cluttered with debris. Beyond that issuing from the continuing inky dark could be heard the distant sounds of growling and the unmistakable muffled cries of a young girl for help!

Obviously the creature had pulled that wooden lever and closed this barred gate down behind it to prevent pursuers from over taking it and its quarry. She pondered what to do. The bars where as thick as her forearms and did not budge in the slightest when she tried to move them. Unfortunately all her power perks where based on sexual allure and only worked when fighting males they had no effect on inanimate objects like gates or walls. She could hear the shrieks of the girl and realized she had to do something fast.

After a moment’s pause she began to remove her clothes! She quickly tied her top and bottoms together, the lever was not that far out of reach if she pushed herself as far as possible against the bars that ran alongside the door and reached in, she might just be able to use her knotted together clothes to lasso the wooden handle and jerk it back up and open the door!

‘The G-string thong will make a natural loop for catching that door handle!’ She cast the rope of clothing again and again just narrowly missing. Then it caught perfectly. But just then she heard the sounds of someone approaching from the left-hand side on the other side of the gate. She yanked on her rope of clothes but they were stuck on the handle and would not budge! She quickly dropped her end of the rope and slid to the side out of immediate sight back into the shadows of the tunnel while turning the brightness of her symbols down as much as possible. This done she caught her breath and risked a peak at what was transpiring on the other side of the bars of the gate. To her utter surprise it was not a monster at all but thin bearded man wearing Delta City Water Works overalls. He was wearing a set of headphones under his faded dirty ball cap and humming along oblivious to the sounds of the girl crying for help in the background. As she watched he grabbed the door lever and started back off the way he had come. It wasn’t a door lever at all! It was the handle to a mop which was setting in a mop bucket. With mop and mop bucket in hand the man slowly shuffled off back the way he came humming along. Ka-La called after him but he disappeared into the dark dragging her top and panties absently and ignorantly behind him?! As they dangled from his mop handle!!

‘What the fuck?!’ she blinked after the now gone man and grunted some confused open mouth disbelief after him. The girl was still crying for help from beyond the locked gate and she yanked helplessly on the bars yet again.

Now she heard sounds of two men approaching from behind her. She quickly shrunk back into the shadows and watched two more Delta City Water Work employees walk up and then past her shadow hidden form to the gate which they easily opened by pushing it away from them instead of pulling it toward them as she had been doing. She watched open mouth as they disappeared in the direction the man with the mop bucket had gone their metal lunch boxes squeaking in the dark long after they had passed.

The captured girl had been silent for a while and the two workers had not heard her over their own muttering low discourse but now she began to reiterate her calls for help. A somewhat crimson faced and buck naked except for her mask, gloves, and boots, super heroine pushed the iron gate open and passed quickly through it.

Without her panties and thus her floating symbol she used as her interface with the game world and her powers and costume she had to use the symbol on her wrist gloves as makeshift back-ups. The first thing was to get her god damn costume back!! She accessed her H.U.D. to see her power level and called out her name of power.

“KA-LA-BAM!”

She was transformed back into her civilian identity. The first thing she noticed is now she was utterly naked and without her glasses almost blind as a bat! She fumed. So transforming back to her civilian identity did not give her back her glasses or her civilian clothes?! Ugh! She called out her name of power again.

“KA-LA-BAM!”

She was now back in her super heroine identity with her full costume back in place. That was a relief but these back to back identity swaps had almost drained her power down to nothing?! How was she supposed to fight a monster with almost zip power?

The captured girl was still calling out for help and a bit reluctantly Ka-La set off after the echoing voice.

The passage was straighter and wider now but just as dark. Ka-La slipped her finger down on the floating glowing symbol dancing above her G-string pussy and wiggled it, adjusting the brightness of the three bluish-white symbols to their fullest illumination.

She had used up a considerable amount of her base power in a very short time. The visible only to her H.U.D. showed the power boxes running along the right of her peripheral vision as empty boxes except for the last few. She was after all a level zero super heroine and instead of choosing to re-charge her super powers by some gizmo like a lantern or a gimmick like sunlight she had considered it smarter to have her powers naturally replenish over time, but at level zero even just wearing her suit (which fed off her base power) was draining her power base faster than her natural ability to replenish it. If she transformed back into her civilian state her powers would re-charge rather fast, just a few hours to get back up to full. But standing cold, naked, and almost blind in a sewer full of monsters did not bode well for that idea. A cry of help pealed loudly to her right down a dark branching tunnel. Oh and there was of course the damsel in distress, she doubted that even the most stoic of NCP’s would wait in a monsters grasp for a couple of hours while their would be rescuer ‘re-charged’ their super heroine batteries!

She turned down the even darker side tunnel and with some real fear creeping up her spine she slowly made her way down it while her finger continued to wiggle on her large hovering crotch symbol. ‘If anyone saw me doing this they would think I was franticly flicking the bean!’ She giggled. But in fact she was wiggling her finger on the symbol to advance ‘manually’ through the popping up HUD screens on the peripheral of her vision. She was still trying to figure out all the interface options. First off there did not seem to be a pause button?! And no save option either?! It was interesting that she had gotten points from the school of hard knocks on being unable to open the gate door. And some extra points on thinking up the idea for removing her clothes to make a lasso despite the gate handle actually being a mop handle in a hidden bucket.

She could open up the shop interface for both costume and powers but though she still had several points left over from the sudden and unexpected start of the game as well as those she had just earned, the interface was frozen on the shopping cart. She could look at items freely but could not buy anything more until she had advanced a level. ‘Well that sucks. I can look but I can’t touch until I advance a level. And level advancement points are separate from experience points. Seems I have to defeat monsters, rescue people, etc. to earn leveling points. Winning medals also gave nothing but leveling points. For example as soon as she descended into the sewer she had received a HUD flash image of a green rookie medal called, ‘My First Mission.’ But it only gave out chicken feed for leveling points. She had a feeling this was going to be a ridiculously long hard game!  Ugh.’

There was another problem. The more power she used up the hornier she got. There was no mistaking it now. With her power level down to its last third she was definitely feeling more ‘randy’ than she had in months! ‘It must be one of the glitches they guys haven’t worked out yet? All those mirco-nanobots showering her skin just tingling away making her feel so deliciously warm and well damn! Just really freaking horny! Ha!’

She could access anything she had already purchased and freely use it providing she had enough power base points to pay for its summon cost. So that could be cool. She could say, buy a green hair style and swap it at any time with her blonde one or the same with costumes and such. That could be useful. Unfortunately she had nothing sitting in her ‘storage bay’.

What she really needed where some whoop-ass monster smack down powers right now. But again it wouldn’t let her buy anything except immediately after leveling up. The shop purchase interface only opened upon crossing a leveling up threshold though you didn’t have to access it right then, you could wait and open it any time latter. Build up more points and such. But once you passed a leveling up threshold and you opened it to shop and clicked back out of it, wither you bought anything or not, it would not re-open the shopping cart until you leveled up again. And if you opened it just before leveling up but after you had already leveled it, it had a thirty minute cool down timer before it could be opened back up again? Something to do with the micro-nanobots and their abilities and limitations?

She paused in the almost complete darkness rimming her glowing disks and clicked off from the shop page. She had found herself eyeing the vibrating thongs?! And she knew it was time to try and focus. “Okay… so no save or pause screens… I guess I just go in and see if it’s game over then? Which it probably will be.’ She had thumbed through her combat stats and powers as such they were and was not very hopeful. The problem was she had been dicking around on all those screens clicking on shit just for fun. She had never thought she would be stuck with these haphazard skill sets! ‘I mean an aura of sexual arousal?! So I automatically cause all men and women within twenty yards of me to become increasingly horny as long as they remain within that radius?! How is that even remotely freaking useful?! Ugh. I am sooooo dead.’

And dead was closer than she thought. A niche on her left nothing more than a small square service access point with dozens of pipes and something that might have been a very large pump or generator and a single low yellow dingy light bulb in a wire basket glowing feebly on the wall above it all. The light of her own floating disks had been so bright that it had washed out the feeble yellow single light bulb until she was almost upon it. There was the girl, her cries of help had become increasingly rhythmic over the last hundred yards of her approach, and now she could see why?! ‘That-monster?! It’s-it’s- doing- oh my gosh! That’s just- wrong?! So wrong! Disgusting! I mean- those guys are just gross! You can’t have something like this in a game! I mean- holy shit look at the size of its fucking pecker!!!’

She actually stood there in the murky dark for several seconds watching the large green skinned monster methodically ram its enormous penis into the young girl’s stretched to the limit vee-jay. Her cries for help had become little more than moans and groans as her glassy eyes rolled back in her open mouth drooling lolling head.

She just didn’t know what to do? At first she just wanted to quit the dirty perverted Jack game. I mean this was soooo obviously non-Jill! I mean, women do NOT want to be hammered ferociously by some wall of muscle with a wonderfully huge meat pole! No matter what greasy nerdy pimply gamer boys think! ‘Geeze that cock is just insane!’ she was having some difficulty on tarring her eyes off that three feet of thick man-meat or monster-meat calf thick salami schlong slamming away in the now rhythmically groaning hip grinding co-ed. ‘That is just unreal. I mean, even by gamer standards. You just do not have monsters jump out of sewers and nab young girls and then date rape them?! I mean, I should be kicking mobster butt or pulling collapsed fire men out of a burning high-rise… how is this even remotely a super heroine task?! I am sure super heroines don’t spend their days and nights in the real world dealing with shit like this! This is why every computer game creating team should be required by law to have at least one female on hand and in charge so you don’t get such unrealistic shit like this. This kind of Jack boner shit just ruins games. I mean I am sure even guys playing this game would never want to deal with some bull cocked brute like this pumping the shit out of some writhing drooling… and now er coxing for more…horny slut like this! Gesh she’s really getting into this? Well of course! she is nothing but an NCP programed to pretend to be enjoying her in reality terrifying ordeal!’

Ka-La walked stiffed arm and stiff legged and utterly pissed-off up to the back side of the humping monster and took aim at the large grapefruit sized nuts slapping away at the rather now embarrassingly egger teens corkscrewing ass cheeks. And drawing a deep breath through clenched teeth pulled back her right leg and kicked the pointed toe of her boot as hard as she could right into that flopping nut sack!

The beast reared back with a high pitched swine like squeal and staggered backward its mighty penis flopping out of the confused girl’s stretched puss like some spiked marlin freshly dragged on deck. It spurted in the air and fell back into the ankle deep brackish water of the central channel and lay still.

Ka-La readied herself for its reprisal onslaught but after several tense seconds in her crouched level one jr.high self-defense course position she realized the creature was entirely comatose and she stood-up scratching her head. ‘Er, that’s it? Huh.’ Points began to tally above her peripheral vision and a ‘level-up’ began to flash.

“Um, thank you.” It was the young naked girl still lying on her back with legs straddled, her head slightly raised and looking a bit confused. “I guess.”

Ka-La looked back at her over her shoulder craning her neck around to see the young girl more clearly past all the blinking HUD information, she still had not got a handle on handling the viewer interface, her finger flicked rapidly on the floating glowing disk above her crotch. She put one boot up on the creatures slumbering chest and smiled back at the girl, “Think nothing of it! Just all in a day’s work for a super heroine!” She flashed her best toothpaste add smile.

“Wow!” the girl pulled herself off the slab of metal housing she had been lying on and smiled, “Just wait until I tell all  my friends I was rescued by Amazing Babe!”

Ka-La frowned, “er, yeah.”

 

The three devastated men were standing about the uneven piles of rubble in the basement lab room of Raptor Hall holding various pieces of burnt melted equipment that was once the cylinder pod, when she came squeezing through the metal door from the hallway. “Wow! You guys put yourselves into your own game?! That is like really lame.” Dee-Dee back in her civilian guise and wearing a fresh outfit and her spare glasses from her near-by dorm room stood hands on hip smirking at the three boys. She especially gave her EX-BOYFRIEND a long sharp sour look.

“You know something about this young lady?” It was an older man in a military uniform that had been standing in the shadows previously unseen by her, with a piece of half burnt Rebecca Chambers t-shirt and a twisted half melted pair of glasses in his hands.

“Uh, no. I mean, this is where they were working on that game prototype, right?” She suddenly had a sinking feeling in her stomach.

“What is she talking about?” The military man looked back at the three young men.

“We created a game interface to handle all the super heroine stats and algorithms for the nano-morpher chrysalis cylinder.” Her ex-boyfriend whined.

“You told people what you were working on here?!” The military man scowled.

“We told everyone we were working on a game. Which was partially true.” The ex-boyfriend looked around at the wreckage.

“We had to tell them something!” one of the other men growled.

“I see…” the military uniformed man looked back at Dee-Dee and then back at the items in his hand. “Of course you did.”

“Uhm, I have to go pee. And I guess I need to find a toilet for that, because this isn’t a game anymore is it?” Dee-Dee bit her lower lip as one of the three men pulled a large half burnt canister out of the rubble it read; ‘APHRODITIE GENE MILK’ it was still attached to the pods nanobot template box.

He shook the canister and muttered, “hey this has been used?!”

The military man looked back at Dee-Dee and said, “No little lady this is no longer a game.”

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