Supergirl - Barefoot, Plastic, and Pregnant

by

Tom diCentauri

1966 Apr 02 (Saturday):

Linda Lee Danvers was deeply involved in Subbotnik, the "holiday" that the faculty of Stanhope College had imported from the Soviet Union back when it was fashionable to believe in the promise of Communism. The succeeding decades had shown that little good had come out of that tragically misguided social experiment still being played out in Russia and its satellite republics, but Subbotnik was the best as far as Linda was concerned. That opinion was shaped largely by the fact that Linda, in her real identity of Kara Zor-El, had been born into and raised in a successful Communist society, one that could afford to protect the rights of the individual by virtue of the fact that all labor was done by robots, who also ensured that no individual or Party could ever put themselves above the law.

As she helped her fellow students, along with faculty members, clean up the Stanhope campus and help the Groundskeeper's department make repairs following the departure of winter, Linda remembered the times she had helped her classmates in her Argo City school remove trash that the robots had placed around the city for the festival of Whangitsituk, the Kryptonese analogue of Subbotnik. Although the complete robotification of Kryptonese civilization made human labor unnecessary and made Whangitsituk more ritual than benefit, the Kryptonese people continued to celebrate it, knowing that such a collective effort helped maintain the social cohesion necessary for civilization to survive on the hell-world of Krypton.

With the other women of Alpha Lambda sorority, Linda was chipping peeling paint from the park benches set around the Quadrangle in preparation for them to be repainted. She saw the teaching assistant from her Advanced Inorganic Chemistry course (Chem 155 in the Stanhope Course Catalogue), Mister Tinckelwasser, working with the other Chem Department TA's to tear up a cracked section of sidewalk to prepare it to be replaced with fresh concrete. Chipping cracked paint didn't require a lot of Linda's attention, so she listened in on what other people were doing and saying around the campus.

Superhearing is much more than the ability to hear a pin drop at a range of a thousand miles; it is also the ability to find that pindrop in a Mount-Everest-sized haystack of other noises. Like the rest of us, Supergirl simply ignored most of the sounds coming to her ears and turned her attention only to those that her subconscious mind marked as being in some way relevant to her. Unlike the rest of us, she did it to a degree almost beyond comprehension. A riot in a boiler factory would fade to dead silence in her mind so that she could hear the mewing of a lost and frightened kitten if rescuing that kitten was what was important to her.

But she wasn't listening for lost kittens. Her ears were tuned for something else and she didn't have long to wait for that something else to come to her attention. Certain words stood out from all the other sounds coming to her and it didn't take long for her to find their source. Except for the plumbing and certain parts of the Physics Department, whole buildings went transparent for her and anything she wanted to examine seemed to rush up to her for inspection. She found what she was seeking in Murphy's Grove, hidden in bushes that were as transparent to her as glass.

She told her companions to take a break. Saying only that "Duty calls", she trotted to the nearest building as the other women flopped down in the shade of a nearby tree. A minute later Supergirl fell out of the sky next to the two men hidden in the bushes. One, the ne'er-do-well pseudo-student who was known around the town as Buzzy Bongmeister, was just handing over an amount of cash and the other, a young man she recognized as Patrick deWiezel, was handing over a plastic bag filled with ground, dried herbs of some kind. Faster than either man could react, she grabbed the money and the bag.

"No, man, it's Super-narc," the hippie moaned.

Supergirl held the bag up to her nose and sniffed. "Well," she said, looking at Pat and raising an eyebrow, "It's not oregano."

"Yeah, yeah," Pat said dismissively. "Look, why don't you just flutter away and mind your own business?"

"Protecting people's rights is my business," Supergirl said, "just as it is for everybody else in this country."

"You're not protecting my rights," Pat complained.

Supergirl held up the bag and gave Pat a sour look. "You don't have a right to poison people," she said. Then she put the bag and the money into the pouch in her cape for safe-keeping.

"That's not poison," Pat said with a smarmy smile. "It's just a little bag of love. You got a problem with love?"

"Making people stupid is not an act of love," Supergirl said.

"Yeah, yeah," Pat sneered. "I see what's going on here. You can't get a boyfriend, so you get all uptight and go off on this superhero ego trip."

Supergirl simply reached out, spun Pat around, and tucked him under her right arm.

Before she could leap up into the sky Buzzy grabbed her arm and said, "Hey, man, can I have my grass? I mean I paid for it and all."

Supergirl pointed toward the campus and said, "There's a whole lawn of grass over there. Enjoy!"

"No, no, man," Buzzy whined. "I mean the hash I bought from The Weasel. It's like mine, you know, 'cause I, like, paid for it."

"Here's a Catch-22 for you," Supergirl said. "If you're stupid enough to take drugs, then you don't need them to make you any dumber."

"But, hey, man, they expand my mind," the druggie objected in the deep nasal drone of an idiot, "and fill it with divine light."

"No," Supergirl said. "They shrivel your mind so that even little thoughts appear big and important. They light up your brain the same way a short circuit lights up an electronic computer." With that said, she concentrated and fell upward, carrying Pat and the contraband to the Stanhope Police Department.

Some time later Linda Danvers, smiling like the proverbial cat that got the canary, returned to chipping paint.

"What are you so happy about?" Fleta Veltergeist asked her.

"Oh, I was just remembering a joke that Mister Tinckelwasser told us in class the other day," Linda replied.

"I just know I am going to regret this," Raghida Linjawi said, "but what was the joke?"

"OK," Linda said, "two sodium atoms are walking down the street and one says to the other, 'Hey, that chlorine atom just took one of my electrons!' The other sodium says, 'Are you sure?' and the first one says, 'Yeah, I'm positive.'"

Linda giggled as her friends groaned.

Apr 06 (Wednesday)

Linda Danvers was in her Organic Synthesis Lab when she heard the signal. After delivering "The Weasel" to the police, Supergirl had given one officer a dog whistle and asked him to blow three long blasts on it when Pat was bailed out. She explained that she wanted to follow him to his supplier and thus put an end to the drug sales that were seducing students at Stanhope into stupefying themselves.

Fortunately (ah, what the Hell, she contrived it) she was standing on the right side of her lab bench to be facing in the right direction. All she had to do was to glance up every few milliseconds and apply her supervision to following Pat as he left the jail and went toward Stanport. Over the course of her tracking of Pat, Linda noticed that his behavior seemed different from what she had seen before: he seemed more subdued. But then, she reasoned, a few days in jail will do that to people. She didn't think to connect his changed demeanor to the visitors he had received shortly after his arrest. She watched him drive into a neighborhood of homes built on a small rocky promontory above the estuary where the Tiggamak River spilled its water into Stanhope Bay.

She had to wait until after her last class of the day, but shortly after three o'clock Supergirl soared up out of Stanhope College and flew toward Stanport. At first she was dismayed to see that Pat had gone to the bay-side home of his lawyer, Bobo Bouffenuini. She did not want to intrude upon lawyer-client privilege.

But superhearing is a funny kind of power. More that mere auditory sensitivity, it consists mostly of auditory selectivity, a quality that is necessary if its possessor's mind is not to be swamped by noise. And selectivity is driven by the mind's desires, subconscious as well as conscious. The key words and phrases seemed to come to her of their own accord.

Bobo: "... drugs right on campus?"

Pat: "... Buzzy called ... desperate for a hit."

Bobo: "... Superbitch would show up? ... might as well have put up an announcement on the bulletin board."

Supergirl thought that she shouldn't be listening in on this and wondered why her subconscious mind had tuned in on it. Then she heard Bobo provide the reason.

Bobo: "... can't deal for us anymore. We have to get a new dealer, someone she doesn't know. Write out a list of your contacts."

That was all Supergirl needed to hear. She stared at the Bouffenuini's house, but found that it had been painted with lead-based paint: it remained stubbornly, completely opaque. She would have to get inside the house, where lead-based paint was forbidden as a health hazard, and examine the scene from there.

Making certain that no one saw her, she landed at the rear of the Bouffenuini's house, behind the garage. She found a lost nail in the garden by the garage door and quickly shaped it into a lock pick. Guided by her ability to see through the lock, she picked it, opened the door, and stepped into the garage.

And straight into trouble. She felt something touch her right cheek and heard a woman's voice say, "Don't move! Don't make a sound!" She was paralyzed.

(Perhaps at this point she might have wondered why she hadn't slipped into superspeed mode and checked out the full interior of the garage with all of her supersenses as she came into it and thereby evaded the trap. But if she had done something so reasonable, we wouldn't have a story, now, would we?)

Her mind, however, was not affected and she quickly inferred that she had fallen victim to a trap made of magic, the one phenomenon, other than kryptonite, before which she was helpless. She was trying to remember all that she knew about magic of various kinds to see whether she had any options available to her when her captress sauntered into her field of view.

Supergirl recognized the woman as Plassy Bouffenuini, Bobo's wife. The woman stood about four inches taller than Supergirl's five feet, five inches and, like Supergirl, had a zaftig figure, although Plassy's breasts were larger; well-shaped C-cuppers. She had shoulder-length bright-red hair that framed a face dominated by broad, sensuous lips covering a slight overbite and wide green eyes. A spray of freckles ran over Plassy's nose and her skin had a translucence that made it appear somewhat rubbery. In her right hand she held an ornately carved wand, eighteen inches long by an inch thick, made of dark brown wood that seemed to shimmer like a mirage. She touched the blunt end of the wand to Supergirl's left cheek and Supergirl felt a cold tingle spread throughout her body.

"From now on," Plassy said to her, "you will do only those things necessary to fulfill my commands, no more, no less." She took the wand away from Supergirl's cheek and said, "Come with me!"

As Plassy walked toward the door leading into the house, Supergirl followed her. She walked as she would normally do, not as some drugged zombie as she had expected. She acted more like she was a houseguest than a prisoner. Thus she came with Plassy into the house's large living room.

She vaguely noticed the furnishings in the room. What she noticed immediately was Pat deWiesel standing in the middle of the room. He was wearing only a white terrycloth bathrobe and seemed dazed. She was given little time to look around: Plassy commanded her to stand about ten feet in front of Pat and to take off all of her clothes. Unable to disobey the command, Supergirl took off her famous blue minidress with its red cape and draped it over a nearby chair. Then she took off her red boots and her panties and stood waiting to serve Plassy's pleasure.

"Looks like we're ready," Bobo said. Supergirl noticed that he was wearing his purple satin bathrobe and felt a thrill of horror flash through her at the thought of what Bobo might be planning to do to her.

Plassy handed Pat one of Pert and Pretty's™ "Polynesian Romance" shower caps. Made of soft, skin-smooth, clear plastic, it had the image of a hibiscus blossom printed on it just above its translucent-white rubber band. Obeying Plassy's command, Pat took the shower cap and tucked his Beatle's-style page-boy hairdo into it. Then he came sexually aroused, his penis lengthening, then rising up straight and stiff. He took a deep breath and puffed out his belly and Plassy touched the tip of her wand to his neck, just below and behind his left ear.

Supergirl heard a loud whump and saw a translucent-white aureole with a short translucent-white tube protruding from it appear where the wand had touched Pat's flesh. Pat now looked somehow different, somehow smoother, maybe a little rounder, but before Supergirl could figure out what the difference was Bobo spoke up.

"Change him back," Bobo said to Plassy. "There's something I gotta fix."

With a little sigh of exasperation, Plassy reversed her wand and touched its butt to the tube in Pat's neck. Supergirl heard a soft thoomp and saw Pat change back to his previous appearance. Bobo turned his shower cap until the hibiscus blossom was positioned above Pat's right ear and then told Plassy to change him again.

"In Polynesia," Bobo commented, "the flower worn over the right ear signifies sexual availability."

Plassy re-aroused Pat then and touched the tip of her wand to his neck. Again Supergirl heard a loud whump and saw Pat take on a preternatural smoothness. Then Bobo took Pat in an embrace, picked him up, and carried him easily out of the room.

"He'll be a nice inflatable toy," Plassy commented, "and so will you."

Hearing that, Supergirl struggled to move, to overcome the spell that held her helpless, but she failed. She could only watch as Plassy prepared to change her as she had done Pat.

"Why, we even have a Supergirl shower cap for you to wear to ease your transition," Plassy said. She held up a beret-style shower cap made of a blue rubber band and soft, smooth, transparent-blue plastic film on which small red-and-yellow copies of her ess-on-a-shield emblem were printed in a tiara pattern. She offered it to Supergirl and said, "Put it on!"

Helpless to resist the command, Supergirl took the proffered shower cap and expertly tucked her blond hair into it. Then Plassy commanded her to come sexually aroused and she complied, again against her will. In response to Plassy's last command, she took a deep breath and puffed out her belly. Then she saw Plassy approach her with the wand.

She was terrified. Plassy might as well be killing her, she thought: turning her into an inflated plastic toy would end her existence just as effectively. She felt Plassy's wand touch the back of her neck, about an inch below and behind her left ear, and then she felt something explode inside her as she heard a loud whump. Several seconds passed and she realized that she was still conscious and that the spell that had controlled her was gone. Terror turned to horror as she thought of spending years, perhaps forever, as an immobile doll, subject to whatever whim her owners acted on.

"Let's go," Plassy said to her and gave her a light shove on her back.

Supergirl stumbled forward and discovered that she could walk, that she could move more or less normally. That knowledge mitigated the horror that had swept over her, though not by much. As she walked down the hall, prodded by Plassy, she figured that the inflated plastic skin that she had become also enclosed a kind of force-fog, like the nimbus that conferred her superpowers upon her, one that carried her consciousness and enabled her to move.

Halfway down the hall Plassy pushed Supergirl toward the door to a guest bedroom. Inside the room Supergirl saw that the window, overlooking Stanport Bay, had been glazed with frosted glass: no nautical passers-by would be able to see her plight. The room's only furnishing was a single bed. Passing the bed, Plassy pushed her toward a door that led into a walk-in closet that seemed to be filled with plastic raincoats and aprons on fat hangers.

In the closet Plassy pushed Supergirl into a wide gap in the array of raincoats and Supergirl saw that she was facing a screen-like grill that enabled her to see into the next room. She gained the impression that the Bouffenuini's kept all of their pool toys in it: she saw inflated plastic air mattresses, beach balls, and other inflatable toys. Dominating the room was a life-sized Supergirl punching bag: it was a plump cylinder that tapered gently from bottom to top; it had a rounded top and rounded, weighted bottom that kept it standing upright; and it was made of opaque-white plastic that bore an image of Supergirl standing in a k'Dwalinth'chup pose.

Supergirl was taking all of this in, wondering what Plassy wanted her to see, when she saw Bobo push Pat, now wearing only his own transparent-gray plastic raincoat into the room. Bobo pushed Pat to where the Supergirl punching bag would watch Pat's humiliation.

"Come, Patty, be a girl for me!" Bobo said as he pushed Pat down to kneel over a prolate ellipsoidal beach ball, Everplast's™ "Pool Blimp".

Bobo pulled Pat's raincoat up to Pat's waist and then knelt behind the hapless clown. He took off his bathrobe and, with his left hand on the struggling prisoner's back, pulled down his underpants. Leaning forward, he used his right hand to maneuver his erect penis into Pat's anus and then he lay forward on his new blow-up toy.

"Now I'm going to make you pregnant," Bobo said. "When I squirt my jizz into you, you will become pregnant with a copy of your own raincoat. Every time I fuck you after that, your new raincoat will get a little bigger and you will get a little fatter. When you give birth to your new raincoat, we'll put you up for auction."

Supergirl saw Bobo take Pat into a full embrace and then pull his hips back slightly before pushing them forward to ram his penis deep into Pat. Then he pulled back and repeated the process, rocking himself and Pat forward on the Pool Blimp as he did so. Slowly at first, and then faster, he pumped his penis in and out of his plastic prisoner. His breathing grew deeper and faster until he was panting over his toy. Then he brought Pat and the Pool Blimp halfway up off the floor as he began ramming Pat with short, spastic thrusts, grunting with each push. Finally he laid himself back down on his victim and rested.

"Now," he gloated over Pat, "that warm feeling in your belly means you're pregnant. You'll be my pleasure slave while I fatten you up. And then I'll make a bundle of money off making you someone else's plastic pleasure slave."

Plassy pulled Supergirl away from the grill then and pushed her back into the bedroom. Before Supergirl could react, Plassy grabbed her and tossed her lightly onto the bed. Supergirl landed on her back and watched in horror as Plassy took off her dress and tossed it onto the inflated, transparent-green plastic chair under the window. She took off her slip next and then her bra and panties.

Supergirl could only lie on the bed and watch as naked Plassy stood over her. Plassy stood with her feet apart and Supergirl could see her clitoris protruding almost an inch from its sheath at the top of her cunnus. Then she saw a pink snake slither out of Plassy's vagina. Looking like a circumcised penis, it extended six or seven inches from Plassy's vaginal opening and then stood up erect. It even had a urethral opening at the tip of its glans. Thus prepared, Plassy laid herself down on the bed next to her prisoner, rolled over onto the left side, and slid her arms around Supergirl.

"Now," she said breathlessly, "you're my plastic prisoner, my blow-up slave-girl, my punching bag. For now I'm only going to test you as my sex toy. Tonight Bobo will get you pregnant and you will be our plaything forever."

Plassy slid her right leg over Supergirl's and lifted herself on top of the Girl of Plastic, bouncing lightly on Supergirl's pneumatic body. Supergirl felt her come down soft and hot on her body, felt her breasts come down on hers and envelope them in rubbery warmth. Plassy went nose-to-nose with her prisoner and Supergirl could feel Plassy's hot breath on her face. Both women were trembling, but for different reasons.

"We'll make you wear Bobo's big, fat, black plastic raincoat," Plassy said, "so your belly will swell up like a beach ball. We'll take you to bed with us and Bobo will get on top of you." She pushed her pseudo-penis into Supergirl's vagina. "Then," she continued in a quavery voice, "he will penetrate you with his big, hard penis." She began pumping her own penis in and out of Supergirl and continued her gloating. "He will bounce on you and pump you up until he squirts his magic squee into you. You will feel especially hot inside and that will let you know that you are pregnant."

She brought her head down to kiss Supergirl's lips, but Supergirl turned her head away and Plassy kissed her neck instead. She kissed the area around the valve stem through which Supergirl could be deflated and inflated and Supergirl felt herself grow hot inside. Desperately Supergirl writhed and squirmed in Plassy's embrace, became intensely aware of Plassy's body pressed against hers, and grew even hotter.

Huffing and puffing, Plassy gasped out, "Every night in our bed we will fatten you up. We will make your belly bulge with his rainco .. oh!"

She jerked forward and rammed her penis deep into Supergirl's vagina, squeezing Supergirl and bending her backward as she did so. Again and again she pulled her penis partway out of Supergirl and then punched it back into her, uttering quivery little cries.

Supergirl felt something hot explode deep inside her belly in powerful spurts and she climaxed as Plassy convulsed on top of her. With each of Plassy's spurts she felt the sexual tension seem to gush out of her through her vagina, felt as if she were deflating.

Then it was over and Plassy lay panting on top of her. As Plassy rested, Supergirl felt her penis slide out of her and felt the heat inside her fade out. Several minutes later Plassy got up and put her clothes back on. Supergirl sat up and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to see what came next. She was certain that Plassy had squirted something into her, but saw that no wetness leaked from her vagina: she gained the opinion that her plastic had absorbed it.

Plassy went to the bedroom door to leave and paused. Looking back at Supergirl, she said, "Tonight," in a darkly suggestive voice. Then she left and closed the door. Supergirl heard the lock engage and knew that she was trapped.

Nonetheless, after waiting a few minutes, she got up to explore her prison. She heard the house's front door open and close and the house fell silent, then she heard a car motor start up and fade away. Confident that she was alone in the house, she confirmed that the bedroom door was, indeed, locked. She then confirmed that she could not open the windows. Finally she decided to explore the closet and its contents.

She found that the raincoats and the aprons were all made of the same rubbery-soft, skin-smooth plastic film that had been used to make her own raincoat, apron, and shower cap. Examining the raincoats first, she discovered that they all seemed to be products of the Stormette Rainwear Company™. Their transparent plastic tinted every color of the rainbow, the raincoats seemed to represent every style in the Stormette™ catalogue. After examining all of the nearly three dozen raincoats in the closet, Supergirl selected a transparent-blue "Ballerina", a raincoat with a long, full skirt and a pixie-style hood, and tossed it onto the bed for her to play with later.

Then she examined the aprons. Here, too, the Bouffenuini's seem to have sampled the catalogue thoroughly, although in the aprons' case it was the Pert and Pretty™ catalogue. She selected two aprons to play with. One was a Pert and Pretty™ "Daisy May" serving apron, a knee-length, bib-less apron made of soft, smooth, transparent-white plastic on which yellow polka dots and thin green curlicues had been printed. The other was Pert and Pretty's™ "Super-maid" serving apron, a calf-length half apron made of transparent-blue plastic on which her emblem was printed in opaque red and yellow, positioned to serve as a fig-leaf when she wore the apron.

She had just put on the "Super-Maid" apron and was conjuring up a masturbation fantasy to go with it when she heard a noise in the house. She listened intently, trying to identify the sound and its source. No other sound came to her until she heard the bedroom door being unlocked. When the door opened she saw a handsome young man standing and staring at her in awed amazement. It was Bobby Bouffenuini, a fellow student at Stanhope College. Suddenly she had a flash of inspiration and knew what she wanted to do.

She bowed her head demurely and shyly put her hands into her crotch, pressing the apron's plastic against the insides of her thighs. She waited for him to say something, but the sight of her had struck him speechless.

It had not, however, paralyzed him. He stepped into the room, took her left hand, and led her out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom on the opposite side of the house. Opening the door with his free hand, he pushed her into the room and closed the door behind him. Before she could do anything, he grabbed her and tossed her lightly, like a beach ball, onto his bed.

A flash of indignation went through her as she rolled over onto her back, but she remembered her plan and suppressed her anger. She pulled the skirt of the apron up over her chest in what she hoped was a clear and irresistible invitation. She stroked the plastic over her breasts and beckoned to Bobby.

He was in the process of taking off his clothes and as soon as he dropped his underpants onto the floor he crawled onto the bed and, without so much as a "How do you do?", mounted her. The Bouffenuinis were not noted for subtlety or finesse and Bobby was a true scion of the clan. He immediately shoved his erect penis into Supergirl's vagina and began pumping.

What he lacked in finesse he made up in vigor. He had her in a full embrace and was bouncing on her as he pumped his penis in and out of her. The sheer exuberance of his performance was getting her hot. But he didn't have enough staying power to bring her to climax: he finished himself off less than four minutes after beginning. Supergirl was left with no doubt when he reached his climax.

She felt something hot blossom deep inside her as Bobby convulsed on top of her and rammed his penis deep into her over and over again. He lay, panting, on top of her for a long time after he climaxed into her. After he dismounted from her and got up to get dressed she felt the heat in her belly continue unabated. She hoped that it meant she could not get pregnant with a second item.

Bobby took her back to her guest-bedroom prison only minutes after he got off her and put his clothes back on. Almost as an afterthought, he took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly on her lips. As he closed the door and locked it she knew that she wanted more of him, but if only he would bring her to climax.

The night was old when she heard the front door open and close and heard the faint sounds of people in the house. She was lying on the bed and masturbating with the raincoat she was wearing and she paused her self-enjoyment to listen. After several minutes had passed she heard the sound of water flowing in the pipes and heard faint voices coming from the direction of the Bouffenuinis' bathroom. She estimated that an hour passed before she heard someone coming up the hall.

Suddenly the door opened and she saw Bobo standing in the doorway beckoning to her.

"Come along, sweetheart," Bobo said. "Time for bed."

Aware of how helpless she was, she got up off the bed and went with her captor to the master bedroom. There Plassy waited, naked and holding up a transparent-black plastic raincoat.

"You'll have to take off that raincoat and put this one on," Plassy said.

Supergirl started to take off the blue raincoat, but paused when she heard soft sounds behind her. Looking back, she saw that Bobo had taken off his robe and was displaying his erect penis. She almost panicked and tried to run: the damned thing was huge. But she simply turned back to Plassy, took off the blue raincoat, and put on Bobo's.

Again she felt soft plastic smooth on her skin, but she didn't enjoy the sensation. For one thing the raincoat was too big for her; the sleeves were too long and the hem draped over her feet. But the plastic also seemed to her to radiate the essence of Bobo, which damped any enthusiasm she might have had for this project. Bobo just didn't impress her as being all so sexy that she would want him making her pregnant; never mind that it was merely a plastic raincoat and not a living thing for which she would have to take responsibility.

She felt Bobo's hands grip her biceps as he lifted her up and, with the legendary Bouffenuini crassplay, carried her to the bed. He pushed her under the covers and then slid the skirt of his raincoat up until its hem was just under her buttocks. Then he got into bed next to her and waited for Plassy to turn out the light and get into bed on Supergirl's other side.

How strange, Supergirl thought. Even though she was merely an inflated plastic doll, she could feel her heart beating and her body quivering. All of her sensations were intact, a fact that was driven home by the sensations of Bobo rolling over on top of her and taking her in his embrace as he mounted her.

As she felt Bobo penetrate her she offered a little prayer to the Ashoa that the warmth that she felt glowing deep inside her would preclude her becoming pregnant with a raincoat. She felt Bobo's penis push deep into her vagina until the bottom of his abdomen came up against her clitoris. He pulled back and rammed her again. Slowly at first and then faster, he repeated that pumping action. She felt his legs rubbing the insides of her thighs, felt his penis caressing the inside of her vagina, felt his abdomen bumping her clitoris and it all made her feel ever hotter. She felt her libido growing, like air being compressed within her. She felt the soft, warm weight of his belly pressing down on hers and rubbing the warm plastic of his raincoat on her skin.

Unlike Bobby, Bobo managed to bring Supergirl to climax, though not with any intent to do so. It's just that in his excitement he rammed her clitoris so vigorously that when he climaxed and Supergirl felt new heat blossom inside her and add to the heat already glowing in her belly, her pumped up libido blew out of her in long, hard spasms, leaving her drained and satisfied. In the soft afterglow of sexual satiety she was barely aware of Bobo panting in her left ear.

At last Bobo pulled his limp penis out of her and rolled off of her to go to sleep. She reached down to straighten Bobo's raincoat, but was thwarted by Plassy taking her in an embrace, kissing her, and mounting her.

Again she felt something rubbery-hard penetrating her vagina and sliding to and fro inside it. This time she also felt Plassy's erect clitoris rubbing against her own and arousing her anew, raising her libido to a new high of pressure. She felt Plassy's warm weight rubbing the soft, smooth plastic of Bobo's raincoat on her skin and she grew even hotter. For long moments Plassy rubbed herself up and down her prisoner's body and Supergirl heard her heavy breathing segue into rapid panting. Then Supergirl felt more hot fluid spurting into her and again she climaxed, convulsing under her captress as Plassy's spasms drove her to ram her pseudo-penis deep into Supergirl's vagina again and again until Plassy was spent. As Plassy went to sleep on her, Supergirl felt more like a punching bag than a sex toy, so vigorously had the Bouffenuinis played with her. Eventually she went to sleep.

The next morning Bobo played with Supergirl again while Plassy took her shower. When she was finally allowed to get out of bed, Supergirl half expected to see a horrible wet mess in her crotch, but found none: her body had absorbed all of the wetness that had been pumped into her and was, presumably, turning it all into a new plastic apron. She hoped that it wasn't doing anything more.

For the first couple of days Plassy locked Supergirl in the guest bedroom, where she spent the day masturbating with the raincoats and aprons in the closet. But when they realized that there was no way that she could escape, Bobo and Plassy left her free to wander around the house.

Every night she was kept naked in the Bouffenuini's bed, between Bobo and Plassy, who took turns playing with her. She discovered that her captors were deep sleepers, so she could get out of bed at night and wander around the house. She explored her prison as thoroughly as she could, but found nothing that would aid her in her plan to escape. All that she discovered that might help her was that she could pick up Plassy's wand from its holder, though it didn't change her back to normal when she pressed its butt against the valve stem in her neck. She vowed to try it again when she was no longer pregnant: it had to work then, as it had done on Pat.

One day Supergirl found herself alone in the house. Plassy had gone shopping, Bobo was in court, and Bobby was in class. Seeing her chance, she took it: she went to the closet in the master bedroom and took Plassy's raindress off its hanger to play with it. The raindress was Stormette's™ "Evangeline" style, a sleeveless jumper made of transparent-red plastic thickly printed with vertical opaque-red pinstripes. It was accompanied by a large shawl made of the same plastic and fitted with a pixie-style hood and magnetic patches down the long hem. Taking off the blue raincoat that she wore during the day, she put on the raindress and luxuriated in the feel of the skin-smooth plastic softening as it warmed against her bare plastic skin.

Then she masturbated herself with Plassy's personal plastic. She pushed the plastic into her crotch and rubbed it on her clitoris. She rocked to and fro to enhance her arousal while in her imagination she played out a fantasy of what she would do with Bobby once she had freed herself and made the Bouffenuinis her plastic prisoners. She brought herself to climax and then barely had time to take off the raindress and put it back into the closet when she heard Plassy come into the house.

After putting away the groceries that she had bought, Plassy came and told Supergirl to take off her blue raincoat. When Supergirl complied, Plassy pushed her into the living room, toward the strange pattern on the carpet that she had noticed before. It looked like some kind of mandala rendered in black and as she approached it, Supergirl felt something soft and rubbery push her away from it. Plassy grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the rubbery force and Supergirl felt the jelly-like field push back and then flow around her to take her in an embrace of its own.

"This is my holding spot," Plassy explained. "This is where I will put you when I want to play with you in a special way." Then she left the room.

Naked and helpless, feeling like an inflated plastic punching bag, Supergirl could only stand on the holding spot and wait on Plassy's pleasure. Plassy didn't keep her waiting long. Supergirl heard a soft swishing come nearer as Plassy, wearing her satiny white robe, came to her carrying an apron made of soft, smooth, transparent-blue plastic. Confronting her prisoner, Plassy unfurled the apron to reveal it to be Pert and Pretty's™ "Supergirl" apron, a full apron with a broad, ankle-length skirt. It had Supergirl's ess-on-a-shield emblem printed on the bib in opaque red and yellow and the ties were made of opaque-yellow plastic.

"Now you can be Supergirl again," Plassy said as she slipped the apron's yoke over Supergirl's head and draped it around her neck. She leaned into Supergirl then and Supergirl bobbed and wobbled lightly as Plassy tied the apron's ties in a neat bow behind Supergirl's back. Then Plassy took a step back and looked Supergirl over.

"My very special Supergirl punching bag," Plassy said as she opened her robe and let it slide off her and onto the floor. Supergirl saw that she was wearing only an ankle-length half slip made of transparent-green plastic. Plassy's pseudo-penis was already up and hard, pressing outward against the soft, skin-smooth plastic, making a bulge in the slip.

Plassy gave Supergirl a quick jab in the chest and Supergirl tipped over backward. She felt the force-field press against her back and throw her back up at Plassy, making her bounce up as if she were eager to be punched again. And Plassy did punch her again, sending over backward farther than before. With every punch that Plassy delivered Supergirl felt a jolt, but no pain. The room was filled with Plassy's quiet grunts, soft rubbery thumps, and the gentle swish of plastic sliding on plastic.

As she watched Plassy's breasts jiggle Supergirl felt the strange heat of humiliation transform into the warmth of sexual arousal. Her clitoris was already distended, so the arousal came easily, indeed, was well nigh unavoidable. As she bounced for her mistress and felt the plastic of her apron rubbing warm on her body, she grew even hotter. She began writhing and squirming as she bounced.

Seeing Supergirl struggle, Plassy gave her a harder punch, one that knocked her almost to the floor, and then took a step forward. When Supergirl bounced back up, Plassy thrust her hips forward and punched Supergirl with her love mound. Bent over by the impact, Supergirl felt Plassy's breasts and belly rub warmly on hers and felt Plassy's pseudo-penis jab the top of her crotch.

"This will be so much more fun when you're nice and fat," Plassy gloated as Supergirl bounced off her belly. "You'll get so hot you'll beg me to give you a panty punching."

Plassy belly bounced Supergirl again when she came back up, leaning backward as she did so. She had her hands on her thighs and was rubbing the plastic of her slip. She bounced Supergirl again and again. Soon the slip's plastic appeared wet where Plassy's pseudo-penis was pressed against it and several minutes later a milky-white fluid spurted from the tip of the erect organ and oozed down the plastic to drip onto the towel lying at Plassy's feet.

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After a week of plastic slavery as the Bouffenuini's inflatable toy, Pat was beginning to show the effects of his special treatment. Though he tried to hide it, his belly was clearly beginning to bulge. Just as clearly, it was the fact that he was kept in Bobby's bedroom at night that accounted for most of the bulge: embraced from behind, the soft, smooth plastic slave would feel exquisitely feminine.

But not all of the bulge was Bobby's work. Bobo and Plassy did their share. And they seemed to take special delight in humiliating him in her presence. Those times when one or the other of them prepared to play with Pat, they would bring Supergirl out of the guest bedroom, compel her to put on a transparent-blue plastic raincoat and Plassy's "Supergirl" apron, and take her to the master bedroom. Then they would compel Pat to model plastic aprons and women's raincoats for her and comment on how feminine he looked in his shower cap. After humiliating him they would take him down onto the bed to add to his pregnancy.

The morning of Wednesday, the 13^th, Supergirl came to term. Bobo had been the last to play with her, shortly after midnight, and she had felt something different inside her after he climaxed into her. She felt something moving. Making sure her captors were both asleep, she slid herself out of bed and went into the living room. As she waited she prayed in Kryptonese to the Ashoa to let her succeed in what she was about to do.

She felt something in her vagina, felt it move. She felt a kind of slow pulsation deep inside her and she began to feel aroused. Her clitoris seemed to stiffen all the more from these sensations. She knelt before the Pool Blimp and laid herself down on it, wrapping her arms around it and rubbing her belly and clitoris on it. As the peristaltic motions of the plastic thing in her vagina and her rubbing herself on the inflated plastic toy intensified her arousal, she slipped into a reverie.

<< She replayed in her imagination a fantasy that she had used to explore her feelings of loneliness and longing, strange images that seemed to reach out to her sorority sisters for help in overcoming her solitude. The fantasy also seemed to represent the restrictions that Alpha Lambda seemed to place on her Supergirl role and she used the fantasy to shift the connotations of that sorority in her mind to set up her take-over of the Bouffenuini's house.

<<She was standing naked in the living room of the sorority house as Sondra Minderflyss stood behind her with the wand she had used to docilize her. The other women were gathered around waiting until another woman came down the stairs leading to the bedrooms carrying Linda's Pert and Pretty™ "Fairy Princess" shower cap.

<<"You have such a lovely shower cap," Sondra said, "so pretty and feminine! Put it on for us!"

<<Helplessly Supergirl complied and the women agreed that she was quite adept at it for someone they regard as a tomboy. Admonishing Supergirl to keep a pretty smile on her face, Sondra poised her wand over the back of Supergirl's neck while another woman stroked her crotch. At the instant she came to climax, Supergirl puffed out her belly and Sondra touched her wand to the left side of the back of her neck and turned her into an inflated plastic slave-doll. Then Sondra grabbed Supergirl with her free hand and held her as she squirmed to get free. Once Supergirl stopped squirming and accepted her fate, the women tossed her around the room like a beach ball.

<<"This is so perfect," Fleta Veltergeist said.

<<"Yeah," Sondra agreed, "and it'll be even better after we let our boyfriends fuck her and knock her up."

<<"The boys are going to want something special to turn them on," Raghida Linjawi said. "You need to make her tits bigger."

<<Sondra agreed and, as Raghida held Supergirl, she touched her wand to the valve stem protruding from the back of Supergirl's neck and concentrated. In response Supergirl's breasts grew larger, reaching the size of grapefruit before Sondra stopped.

<<"There," Sondra said. "Those should get the boys good and hard."

<<Satisfied that their prisoner was ready, the women then began planning the party at which their boyfriends would carry out their threat for them. Sondra picked Supergirl up and stated her intent to get her out of the way until it was time for her to play her role as party favor.

<<"Are you going the let the air out of her so she won't make any trouble or try to escape?" Marta Putzstraffer asked.

<<"No," Sondra replied. "I want her to enjoy the anticipation of tonight. I have a way to keep her out of mischief." With that she took Supergirl up to her bedroom and closed the door.

<<Supergirl could only watch as Sondra put her wand back into its holder and then cast a spell that activated the holding spot on the floor. Sondra then pushed Supergirl onto the spot and said, "There, that'll keep you out of mischief." She then threw a couple of gentle punches into Supergirl's belly. "It also makes you into a nice, bouncy punching bag," she added.

<<Sondra left the room then and came back a moment later carrying Linda's transparent-blue Stormette plastic raincoat. She went behind Supergirl and slipped the raincoat on her. Going back in front of Supergirl, Sondra fastened the raincoat's magnetic patches, tied the sash belt, and stroked the soft, smooth plastic, now warm with Supergirl's body heat.

<<"Now, you'll notice that I've set you up so that you can see the clock," Sondra said, referring to the clock on top of the dresser, by the door. "The party starts at seven. Some of the boys might get here a little before then. At a quarter to eight I'll come and tie your hands and feet and take you to your room. And at eight o'clock sharp I'll bring my boyfriend to meet you and play with you. He will have instructions to fuck you while you're wearing your raincoat and that will do something very special. When he creams into you, you will get pregnant and after you've been fucked thirty or forty more times you'll give birth to a plastic raincoat identical to the one you're wearing. Won't that be nice?" She started to walk away, then paused. "Oh, yes," she said as an afterthought, "once you get pregnant, you can never be changed back to normal. You'll be my plastic Supergirl, my blow-up slave doll, forever." Then she left and closed the door.

<<A little after five o'clock Sondra returned, undressed, and put on her shower cap. "One other thing," she said as she stood in front of Supergirl with her hands on her hips, "whenever you see me naked, you're my punching bag." With that she punched Supergirl and spent several minutes vigorously bopping her.

<<Standing rigidly with her hands at her side, bouncing to and fro to Sondra's punches, Supergirl felt as if she were an erect penis whose owner's girlfriend was masturbating it. The thought made her feel warm and quivery all over.

<<When Sondra was satisfied she took her shower, then dressed for the party and left again.

<<Supergirl discovered hours ago that she was completely helpless. Now she became intensely aware of the time as a strange warm feeling came over her. She started to wonder and imagine what it was going to feel like having a boy lie on her and perform intercourse with her. Shortly after six thirty she started to hear male voices in the chatter coming from downstairs and she started to get a quivery feeling inside.

<<At seven forty-five Sondra returned carrying two ties. Using them, she brought Supergirl's legs together and tied one around her ankles and then used the other one to tie Supergirl's hands behind her back. Pulling her off the holding spot, she took Supergirl down the hall to Linda's bedroom and put her down on the bed. Glancing at her watch, she said, "Ten minutes," and then left.

<<Ten minutes later, as the women and their boyfriends partied downstairs and Supergirl, wearing only Linda's transparent-blue plastic raincoat, lay tied up on the bed, Sondra brought her boyfriend into Linda's bedroom and introduced Supergirl as a young witch who had infiltrated the sorority in order to turn all of the women into plastic slave dolls and sell them to rich old toads. She then explains that the women's revenge is to have their boyfriends play with the witch as she intended her clients to play with them.

<<"Be nice to her," Sondra said. "Do her as you would do me." She then told him to leave the raincoat on the prisoner, telling him that he can have her naked when all of the other boys have taken their turns and admonishing him to be careful not to tear it, as by kneeling on the skirt. Then she left.

<<With the door closed, the boyfriend undressed himself with his back to Supergirl. When he turned around and approached her she saw his penis lengthening and rising. It came fully erect when he touched her warm plastic in order to open the front of her raincoat. She watched in horrified fascination as he climbed onto the bed, mounted and penetrated her, and came down on her. Unsuccessfully trying to avoid his kisses, she felt the motion of his penis inside her intensifying her arousal. The she felt herself brought to a powerful climax as she felt hot semen being squirted into her.

<<A moment after the boyfriend left, Sondra came in and closed the door. "Now you're pregnant," she gloated. "You're my plastic prisoner forever, so I guess we can untie these." She knelt by the bed and removed the ties from Supergirl's ankles and wrists. "Now you'll be able to take off your raincoat. The rest of the guys will want you naked, I'm sure." She went to leave then, but as she reached the door she turned, gave Supergirl a wink, and said, "Be a slut!" Then she left.

<<After all ten of the women's boyfriends had had their way with Supergirl and Sondra's boyfriend had had a second turn with her, Sondra brought her downstairs in her raincoat so that she could kiss the boys goodnight as they left the party. Sondra's boyfriend left last and after he kissed Supergirl he said to Sondra, "You know, she felt different the second time."

<<"She wasn't wearing her raincoat," Sondra suggested.

<<"No," the boyfriend mused, "it felt more like she was a little ... fatter."

<<"Oh, well," Sondra replied, "you guys got her pregnant, that's all."

<<"But she's plastic!" the boyfriend protested.

<<"OK, so she's going to have a raincoat," Sondra said and then flashed a quick grin.

<<Not quite believing, the boyfriend gave Sondra a kiss and then left.

<<Sondra then took her prisoner to her bedroom to show her the hot plastic dress that she had for her big new blow-up dolly. It turned out to be a Greek slave-girl dress made of soft, skin-smooth opaque-white plastic that had enough translucence to let her nipples and aureoles show faintly through. She saw that her ess-on-a-shield emblem had been printed in dark blue on the front of the dress's bodice.

<<Satisfied with her handiwork, Sondra commanded Supergirl to get her ready for bed. Slowly, reluctantly, Supergirl undressed her captress, becoming increasingly aware of the sexual warmth radiating from Sondra's increasingly naked body. When Supergirl had finally pulled down her panties, Sondra was breathing deeply and was staring at her prisoner with glazed eyes. She told Supergirl then to take off her slave-girl dress and get into her mistress's bed. Trembling, Supergirl complied and.... >>

Coming out of her reverie, she saw almost all of a plastic apron, a copy identical to the one she had worn when Bobby had porked her, lying on the floor between her legs. Only one of the ties still lay within her vagina. Gently she pulled on it and slid it out of her, gaining new arousal as she did so.

When it was done the sun was just spilling the first pale light of dawn over the eastern horizon. She had no time to waste. She had already ascertained that she could touch Plassy's wand without setting off any kind of alarm. And she had discovered that she could lift it off its recharger cradle. Now she would find out whether she could use it.

She had no time for subtlety. She strode boldly into the bedroom and noticed Bobo and Plassy just starting to stir, just starting to come awake. She picked up the wand and touched its butt to her valve stem. Immediately she felt a jolt, felt weight descend upon her. Then she felt the room shift as superpower flowed back into her. She saw Plassy, a look of horror on her face, start to throw back the covers of the bed and then saw the scene decelerate into slow motion as her superspeed kicked in.

It was over quickly. In only seconds she had used the wand to enslave Plassy and Bobo. A minute later Bobby was her slave as well. Then, using their own shower caps to catalyze their transformations, she turned them into sexually aroused, inflatable plastic toys and let the air out of them.

It took her several days to set up the situation she wanted, but when she was done the Bouffenuini family had gone, people were told, to an undisclosed destination on a world tour. To take care of their house while they were gone, they had hired a student from Stanhope College, a Miss Linda Danvers.

Yes, it was perfect. Her advisor, Doctor Stringari, would be delighted: he had been urging her to go on to graduate work. Now, with what she had arranged for the Bouffenuini's to pay her for house-sitting she could go for her Ph.D. She would have just enough time before anyone could have her "hosts" declared legally dead.

So she spent one day, Saturday, April 16th, putt-putting back and forth between Stanport and the Alpha Lambda house in her pink Volkswagen Beetle™, moving her things into her new residence. She took Bobby's bedroom for hers and soon had the house rearranged to her satisfaction. Late that night she dug a secret tunnel from the basement to an abandoned mill by the Tiggamak River running down from Stanhope. Now she could function much more freely as Supergirl.

Although the weather remained cool, she had a hot weekend.

She found that she enjoyed panty-punching Plassy, the more so because she didn't have to suppress her superpowers in order to enjoy the full sexual experience. Indeed, by applying a little superspeed to her hip thrusts she was able to knock Plassy almost to the floor. From the frenzy with which Plassy bucked and writhed Supergirl guessed that she was enjoying the experience herself. She had allowed Plassy to wear her plastic half slip for this play, finding that the bulge made by Plassy's pseudo-penis stimulated her clitoris more effectively than the bare pseudo-penis itself did.

For more conventional sex play she had the wooden box with her green tape. Soon after arriving on Earth, while she was still living in the Midvale Orphanage, she had contrived the device as a means of giving herself controlled exposures to kryptonitic radiation for the sake of experiments aimed at developing an immunity to the radiation. A pair of spools inside the box carried a Mylar™ tape to which kryptonite dust had been bonded, just like the ferrite dust bonded on magnetic recording tape. By turning the knob on the box to bring more or less of that tape out of the lead canister inside the box she could give herself just enough radiation to suppress her superpowers and her normal Kryptonese strength so that she could play with her toys without destroying them.

With the tape exposed, she discovered that she liked playing with Pat in bed. She had never imagined how hot she would get over the sensations of getting on top of a pregnant man, but playing with him in Bobo and Plassy's bed got her hotter than she had ever felt before. But before she played with Pat she had another prisoner that she wanted to test in bed.

Her first night in the house, Linda reinflated Bobby. In her new bedroom, she had taken off her wig and all of her clothes, set the exposure on her green tape, and then unrolled her deflated slave-boy. She slipped him into his transparent-black plastic raincoat and then sat on the edge of their bed to inflate him. Without her superbreath she needed several minutes to blow the boy up, but soon enough she came to the part she would come to love, when she blew him full and felt his limp body grow firm and warm, felt him begin to squirm in her embrace. The sensation just got her hot all over. She felt her heart pounding harder, felt quivery inside, and felt her clitoris stiffen and lengthen until a full inch of it protruded from its sheath at the top of her cunnus.

"Now," she said warmly into his right ear, "you're going to learn the right way to make love to me." She was true to her word; like any good teacher, she made him do it over and over again until he got it right.

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This story was inspired in part by "The Thief Who Loved Supergirl" (Adventure Comics #419, May 1972). In that story the thief, who had fallen in love with Supergirl in a previous adventure, crashes his car in order to kill his witch girlfriend and thereby protect Supergirl from her magic.

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Gary Sparks Feels Up Supergirl

(And Wishes He Hadn't)

or

How a Minor Tweakage of Kryptonese Evolution

Could Have Made Supergirl

So Much More Interesting

Oh, yeah, man! The soon-to-be-world-famous patent-pending Gary Sparks Pump-'n'-Dump™ was getting the ultimate work-out: Gary Sparks, a legend in his own mind, was putting "The Move" on Supergirl. This emotionally retarded, moral dwarf, the kind of person who makes schadenfreude respectable, was about to leave his fingerprints all over the mighty Girl of Steel. "Men will never stop respecting me!!! Women will never stop craving me!!!" he gloated to himself. Those thoughts circulated in the mind of the chap that one campus wag described as so obsessively and passionately, even desperately, kissing his own ass that he wouldn't recognize daylight if he ever saw it.

Now he had Supergirl in his embrace and she was going to let him feel her up. She had taken off her yellow belt and hiked up the skirt of her blue minidress, high enough that it covered the red-and-yellow ess-on-a-shield emblem emblazoned across the dress's bodice. He saw an inch-wide band of blonde hair extend from the top of her panties up to a six-inch-wide crease in her belly about three inches above where her navel should have been. "Right, she's from another planet," he explained to himself and figured the crease was her navel.

She had stopped lifting her dress, so he reached up and slid the cloth even higher. She gave him a strange look, but he slid his hand up toward her chest. Once he applied his magic touch to her super-titties, she would melt like butter on a hot stove and he could do whatever he wanted with her. Then he noticed that he had lifted her dress almost to her neck and all he was seeing was smooth skin. He gave her a puzzled look, but she simply gave him a strange smile, gripped his wrist, and kissed him.

She slid his hand downward as she kissed him. He felt soft, smooth skin warm under his hand and then he felt something moist and warm close over his hand. He looked down and saw, to his horror, that his hand had disappeared up to the wrist into the crease at the top of her belly. Repelled, he tried to pull his hand out, but she merely tensed her muscles ever so slightly and Gary felt as if his hand were caught in a bear-trap. He felt steel-like flesh ripple and pull his hand deeper into the crease and then he felt one of her nipples.

He remembered what little he could from his biology class, what little he had learned on those rare occasions when he had bothered to pay attention. It was the lemurs of Krypton that must have gone wrong. Then the apes that evolved from them and the people who evolved from the apes, they were all... Dear God!... marsupials!

Staring in wide-eyed horror, he saw her marsupium as if it were a monstrous mouth devouring his hand and he saw with even greater horror what he was now doomed to become. He was going to be a henpecked wage-earning shlub just like... just like (sob)... his dad.

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This little vignette was inspired by the Supergirl stories "The Boy Who Broke Supergirl's Heart" (Action Comics #369, Nov 1968) and "Supergirl's Shattered Marriage" (Action Comics #370, Dec 1968) and the author's acquaintance with a real-life less-than-worthless gigolo - TdC.

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In several of these stories I have stated that Linda Danvers majored in Chemistry at Stanhope College. But the original comic strip never said what Linda's major was, so how can I be so sure that I know? A little simple analysis provides the answer.

Linda Danvers's career at Stanhope was covered by the comic strip beginning with "Supergirl Goes to College" (Action Comics #318, Nov 1964) and ending with Linda's graduation from Stanhope in "Suspicion" (Adventure Comics #406, May 1971). In many of those episodes Linda was shown attending a variety of classes, as we should expect. Although the list of those classes certainly does not include all of the forty to fifty classes that Linda must have taken, we can assume that they comprise a relatively random sampling of them. From that sample we can infer Linda's major.

The classes that Linda was shown in most frequently were: Chemistry (including one class that looked like an upper-division course), 4 times; Chemistry laboratory, 2 times; Mathematics (including calculus once), 3 times; Art (painting), 2 times; and Astronomy, 2 times. That doesn't leave much room for doubt: Linda Lee Danvers was a Chem major.

In the other sciences, Linda was shown taking (once each) Physics (the introductory course), Botany, Zoology, Geology, and Ichthyology. Presumably her interest in those courses was based on a desire to gain knowledge that would enhance her role as Supergirl. In the Humanities and other areas she was shown taking (once each) English, American History, Mythology, Home Economics, Gym, Literature, and (I swear I'm not making this up) Supergirl Lore (Yeah, that must have been one weird class for her to take).

And what did Linda do with a Bachelor of Science degree in Chemistry? According to the comic strip, she moved to San Francisco and took a job as a roving television reporter.

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A Rant

When I started this little project at the end of August 2003 I assumed that I would have nothing to say about "Smellvile", the televised slow-motion train wreck that "The Dubya-Bee" has made of Superman's teen-age years, but the episode that aired 2004 May 19 has kicked me over the edge. That episode focused on a super-powered, blue-eyed, blond girl who came to the Kent farm and introduced herself as Kara (which, God help me stay sane, she pronounced CARE-uh) and whom Clark later introduced as his cousin from "far away". That looked to me like a clear reference to Kara (properly pronounced kah-RAH and I will explain how I know that fact in an upcoming Supergirl in Distress story) Zor-El, the original Supergirl. If that was indeed the intent in that episode, then The Dubya-Bee has taken one of the greatest superheroes that DC Comics' writers ever conceived (a character whom DC Comics lauded as "The World's Greatest Heroine!", Action Comics #285, Feb 1962) and has reduced her to a resurrected petty thief who commits two murders and then attempts to lure Clark Kent into being absorbed into the mystical walls of Jor-El's Magic Cavern. I don't believe that my contempt for Time-Warner can run any deeper.

Let me be clear on this matter. The legends of Superman and Supergirl are to America what the Tales of King Arthur are to England, what the Iliad and the Odyssey are to Greece. But we are not getting anything comparable to Mallory's "Idylls of the King"; instead, Time-Warner gives us the Wizard of Id version of the legend. Not that they could do otherwise. With a sucking greed that would make an ENRON executive blush and lacking the competence to do more than count beans, the clowns running the show from Rockefeller Center have ensured that Time-Warner is to great art what the alimentary canal is to food: it yields up pretty much the same product. Consider:

1. "Smallville" is set in the present, rather than in the mid-1940's, as it would have been if it had been authentic to the legend. The Dubya-Bee made this change so that they could use the show to shill their CDs and there isn't much of a market for Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman and the Big Bands of the Swing Era, which would be the soundtrack of an authentic "Smallville".

2. The show is clearly aimed at an audience of idiots, so the producers have taken Shakespeare's description of an idiot's tale ("full of sound and fury, signifying nothing") as advice and produced a show full of violent action that makes Smallville more crime-ridden than East St. Louis. This is not to mention the cavalcade of kryptonite mutants that continues to infest the town. Heaven forbid that the show depict nothing more than a boy growing up in a quiet, bucolic setting and trying to figure out what he will do with all those amazing things that he can do. (Yeah, but then they would just turn it into a fucking soap opera).

3. The producers had to reconceive Lex Luthor from the mad scientist of the comic strip and turn him into Donald Trump's evil twin. Because the show's writers are so ignorant of the most basic science, there's no way they could depict an authentic mad scientist.

4. The ad nauseum, heavy-handed foreshadowing of Clark Kent's role as Superman. This is the clearest indication that the series was intended for an audience of people whose IQ's match the ages of the characters in the show.

5. Well the list just goes on....

This is not to say that we have no hope. For now the Doctrine of Fair Use allows those of us who know the authentic legend to post enough information on the Internet that when the copyrights expire, perhaps later this century, and Superman and Supergirl meet their Mallory, that artist will have this material as a resource (after they take out the perverted sex, of course). These stories that Mr. X is posting for me are my contribution to that resource base. I started reading the Superman comics in the 1950's and I read the original episodes of "Supergirl" in my teens, so what I am giving you in these stories is an authentic depiction of the early to mid-1960's as I remember that era. Because I got my college degree in physics, I have also been able to ensure the authenticity of the science in these stories and the plausibility of the fantasy science where I have used it. I have hope, therefore, that someday the legends that we all love will be resurrected in an authentic form that our descendants will be proud to take with them into the Galaxy. - TdC.

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