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The following is a work of erotic fan-fiction inspired by the character
"Supergirl". Supergirl, and all related properties, is copyright by and a
registered trademark of DC Comics, A Time-Warner Company, all rights
reserved. No ownership of the character is implied by the author of this
piece. This work is not for sale by any parties. Feel free to repost in
free areas, but no profit should be made from this piece by any parties
involved.

This story contains mature subject matter and should not be read by anyone
under the age of consent. Since that age varies from country to country,
use your local regulations as your guideline. I would not recommend this
story for anyone under the age of eighteen years. Nor would I suggest you
read it if you are easily offended by graphic sexual dialogue.



SUPERGIRL BECOMES SUPERSLUT, PART ONE

     Kara had been quite busy. With Superman off-world dealing with Darkseid,
she had volunteered to fill in as guardian of Metropolis.

     The Maiden of Might had her hands full with the usual group of slugs who
believed themselves immune to, or considered themselves too lowly for her
attentions. She wasn't quite sure how Clark managed to handle it all AND
maintain a secret identity as well. But she flew on to the next problem spot.

     A throng of people blocked the street by the LexCorp Global Headquarters.
Some with concerned looks, others simply screaming "Jump". The object of their
attention was a woman on the eighth floor ledge. As Supergirl came into range,
the woman stepped from the ledge and plummeted toward the ground. Within a
blink of an eye, the superheroine had collected the woman and landed her safely
on the sidewalk.

     "Thank you," the woman began, "I don't know what I could have been
thinking. Could I give you a hug?"

     Supergirl was well used to this type of appreciative gesture by now and
accepted it gratefully. At this point, the woman attached a small blue gem to
the back of Kara's neck. Another cry for help reached Kara's ears and away she
flew before she realized that she had been tagged.

     From his penthouse suite, Lex Luthor watched the Girl of Steel fly off.
"Superheroes are so magnificently predictable." He raised a glass in toast and
acknowledged his partner in this endeavor, Mr. Mxyzptlh. The two chuckled as
Supergirl flew to her next encounter.

     When she arrived at the pier, there was no one around.

     "Either somebody is playing games, or they figured out how to solve a
problem without me for a change." Supergirl took a last look around to be sure
all was alright before flying off again. "Finally all is quiet," she thought.
"Maybe now I can get to bed and play with my twat."

     The odd thought made her stop in mid-flight. It's not like Kara never
masturbated, but it wasn't usually so blatant a plan. She shrugged it off as
being the result of too much work and not enough sleeping around.... er....
sleep. "Boy, I really do need to get to bed....with someone. Her mind was so
involved with it's sudden preoccupation with sex that she didn't notice the
not-so-subtle changes to her body and costume.

     She finally just admitted to herself that she was as horny as she'd ever
remembered being. Too bad she wasn't seeing anybody right at the moment.
Fortunately, she'd packed her trusty vibrator when she came to Metropolis. A
quick trist with the fake dong, a shower, and a good night's sleep. She'd
convinced herself that was all she needed.

     "Help!"

     She cursed her superhearing as she headed off to the rescue.

     A family was being held up by a couple of thugs when Supergirl landed in
the alley. Not wanting to delay her self-gratification, she was glad that they
scared off when she approached. As she turned to calm the family, the father
and mother each gasped and covered the eyes of their young son.

     Kara was too tired, and too horny, to care about the reaction and went on
her way. Only later giving it any thought. She landed on Clark's balcony and
went into the apartment. That's when she realized why the parents had reacted
the way they had.

     There, in the full-length mirror was a reflection she didn't expect. She
looked like what a stripper might wear to dance as Supergirl at a club. Her
leotard had been reduced to nothing more than the briefest of slingshot thongs.
The blue material stretching over her shoulders down to barely cover her
nipples. Her breasts were fuller and rounder than ever before. As she followed
the material down she realized that the material just barely covered her cunt.
And there, carved out of her blonde tuft of pubic hair, was the "S" logo that
would normally have been on her chest.

     Around the back, her cape had reduced to nothing more than strips of red
lace that followed the straps down her back and disappearing deep into the
curve of her ass. And what an ass, it was rounder... plumper. And one final
touch, a tattoo of the "S" logo on her right ass cheek, and underneath it in
large letters the word "SLUT".

     Kara couldn't believe what she was seeing. Moreso, she couldn't believe
that the sight was making her hornier. She began furiously pumping at her pussy
with one hand as the slight material of her "uniform" pushed aside. The other
hand was busy pulling at those magnificent tits of hers.

     She couldn't stop herself. She couldn't look away. She was mesmerized by
the vision of sex in the mirror.

     "How did this happen. Why did this happen. Oh, I'm gonna cum." The
thoughts of her predicament gave way to the super-orgasm that she was
inflicting upon herself. Her knees buckled, she fell to the floor and finished
herself off. In doing so, the small blue gem was knocked from her neck.


SUPERGIRL BECOMES SUPERSLUT, PART TWO

     Kara's head cleared fairly quickly after her orgasm. At least enough for
her to take a shower before dropping off to sleep. It was a restless sleep
though. Her dreams were filled with images of her new body. She saw herself
walking into a darkened room wearing only her new uniform. As she walked to the
center of the room, the lights came on... spotlights glaring at her. Then loud
dance music came blaring out, along with the hoots of dozens of men who were
surrounding what she now saw to be a stage.

     Her first thought was to turn and get out of there. But then she realized
her voluptuous new body had other plans. She started dancing in the most erotic
ways. Thrusting her hips. Gyrating out of control. She actually took flight
over the stage as she spread her legs wide above the appreciative crowd.

     First one finger. Then two. Soon she was fist-fucking herself as she
glided over the stage. So lost in the feeling, she didn't even notice the men
start to climb the stage. Her hand was replaced by a dick. Another in her
mouth. Seemingly endless fucking and sucking ensued as she hovered between two
well hung cocks at a time. 

     Ten men? Twenty? Thirty? She lost count.

     When she woke, Kara was covered in her own sweat and cum. Her body had
retained the changes caused by ... whatever. Right down to the well-pruned logo
in her pussy hair. She wasn't sure what was causing this, she had a good idea.
But first another shower.

     Getting dressed was another problem. Her new body wouldn't fit into
Linda's conservative wardrobe. She certainly couldn't go out in broad daylight
in that "thing" that her uniform had become. Fortunately she had a spare
uniform. It would certainly test the limits of the spandex, but she had to wear
something.

     As she flew toward LexCorp, her uniform started reproportioning again.
This time it seemed to change pattern slightly. Her boots became stiletto
heeled shoes and red thigh highs attached to a blue garter belt. The
now-transparent red cape draped over her shoulders and attached to two gold
nipple rings. The final touch was a clit ring with a tiny bell on her now
exposed pussy.

     Unfortunately, Kara was too lost in thought to notice these changes.

     She landed on the balcony of Lex Luthor's suite and caught a glimpse of
herself in the window. Embarrassed, she was about to fly away when...

     "I must say, I like the new look. Trashy, yet colorful."

     Kara turned to face Luthor. Her face flushed with embarrassment. But she
was determined.

     "Just what did you do to me, Luthor?"

     "A little experiment that I dreamed up for your big brother."

     "Cousin."

     "Whatever." Lex was obviously gloating. "You see, since Big Blue had
managed to ferret away all of my kryptonite, I decided to try and create an
artificial version. Unfortunately, my attempts never quite lived up to the
original. Then, I hit on the idea of combining the weaker compound with
something else. If I couldn't kill the boy scout, I could take the shine off
his merit badges perhaps."

     Lex could sense the rising anger in Supergirl.

     "Viagra." He stated.

     "What?"

     "The little blue pill.... pop it down and pop it up! Miracle of the '90s."

     "I know what it is Luthor. I want to know why."

     Lex let out a chuckle. "What good is a superhero who can't get away from
his, or her, own fist? You being here instead of Superstud was just
happenstance. But I must say I approve of the results so far. I am surprised
that your staunch moral code allowed you to be seen in public in such racy
attire though."

     "Exactly. Your little concoction couldn't have managed to do this. Maybe
boost the sex drive, possible alter my body chemistry, but what's with my
clothing?" Kara felt as long as he was answering so easily, she might as well
try.

     "Ah yes. A brilliant touch added by a partner I've taken on for the
endeavor. And the results speak for themselves. Basically, anything you put on
will mold itself to the new you. By the way, I've never been so happy to see
that 'S'."

     Having heard all she could take, Supergirl started toward Luthor. He
promptly opened a box on the table next to him and produced a long, smooth blue
crystal. "Let me introduce you to my latest creation. I call it Blue
Kryptonium."

     Kara stopped in her tracks, a familiar tingle coursing through her body.

     "The volume is about 500 fold that of your first exposure. I don't know if
it will have 500 times the effect. But you should have fun finding out."

     With that, Luthor stepped toward Kara. She was obviously feeling the
effects of the crystal as he ran it down between her breasts, over her firm
stomach, past the pubic logo. She grabbed his hand just as he was about to
insert it into her cunt. But she couldn't pull it away. He, of course, wouldn't
pull it away. They stared at each other for a long moment. She then helped him
guide it into her wet snatch.


SUPERGIRL BECOMES SUPERSLUT, PART THREE

     The realization of what she'd done hit Kara like, well, a massive
orgasm. She had willingly allowed Lex Luthor to fuck her with his Blue
Kryptonium dildo. Her head was swimming. He was right, she did have a
strict moral code. At the same time, his latest creation was having a
dizzying effect on her.

     Kara flew away, as high and as fast as she could. Even this was little
help. The wind was only increasing the sensations she was feeling. The cool
breeze had her nipples fully erect. The constant tugging of her cape at
the nipple rings only heightened the feeling. She was cumming, just from
the sensations of flying! Kara knew she had to find a way out of this or
she was screwed, literally and figuratively.

     There was only one place to go when the world was crashing in on her.
At this speed she could be in Smallville in no time. The Kents had kind of
adopted her as Clark's only living relative. They would help her, no matter
what her current state of mind.

     Unfortunately, Jonathan and Martha were out when Kara arrived. She was
distraught as she knocked on the door to no answer. But her reflection in
the window caused her even more concern. Then she remembered an old mirror
in the barn. Better to see what was happening to her than sit and wait.

     There was a crack in the mirror, but it would do the trick. What she
saw was a shock to her.

     The reflection seemed to mock her. Her long blonde hair was now a
cascade of platinum blonde curls. Her mouth seemed permanently fixed in a
cupie doll pucker. Though she was wearing no make up, it appeared that she
had caked on the trampiest look she could. And her eyes, no matter how hard
she tried, she couldn't get that "come fuck me" stare out of them.

     Supergirl was afraid to continue the survey, but realized that she had
to know.

     Her breasts were now officially huge. She guessed about a 44DD. But
they defied gravity as though they were an A cup. They were graced by the
slight upturn to her massive nipples. Her waist was impossibly narrow by
comparison ... only 18 to 20 inches. Her waist expanded down to what would
easily be called a bubble butt, complete with that "Superslut" tattoo. Her
thatch of pussy hair had lightened to match that on her head but was still
adorned with the "S".

     The uniform had transformed itself again. The nipple and pussy rings
were gone. Now her top was little more than full-length blue gloves that
stretched over her shoulders to a choker around her neck. A slight gold
chain adorned her tiny stomach. Her vinyl boots were thigh high and skin
tight adorned with about a two inch platform and six inch heels.

     "This girl is built to fuck!" The thought caught her off guard just
when she realized that she'd never taken out Luthor's infernal dildo. She
dropped to her hands and knees and was about to go for the invader when her
libido kicked in again. She started grabbing at her still sopping cunt when
she heard a grunt.

     Slowly looking down between her legs and behind her, she saw Loco at
the entrance from the pasture. The Kents prize stud bull had caught her
scent. He was ambling up behind her. From her vantage point, she could see
his massive cock preparing for his next conquest. Fear gripped her. She
wasn't sure what the Blue Kryptonium had done to her. Could she withstand
that massive attack? She decided she couldn't chance it. But her fingers
wouldn't leave her engorged pussy. She was helpless, a victim of her own
wanton desires.

     Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the dildo and slid it out just
as the head of Loco's prick was about to touch her. She quickly slid her
little blue friend into her ass, then guided Loco to her hot hole. He
rammed in with all his might. Kara realized from the first stroke that she
had retained her invincibility. By the second stroke she was cumming as hard
as she ever had. But Loco was not even close to being finished.

     The massive bull continually buried his shaft deep within Kara. His
body nearly enveloping her. Stroke after stroke after stroke. It went on
for what seemed like hours. Supergirl's body was wracked with orgasms. She
couldn't tell if it was multiple, or the longest in recorded history.

     When he was done, she could feel the prick inside her well up as he
shot his load. By the third blast, she was too exhausted to hold on any
longer. The fourth spurt knocked her off his dick which continued to rain
semen upon her. She eagerly was licking up what she could. Catching it in
her mouth. Scooping it out of her twat. She couldn't believe how wantonly
she was drinking down this beast's cum ... but she wanted more.

     She leaned in and grabbed the dong up in her mouth to catch the last
few jolts so as not to let it go to waste. When he was done, she licked the
remains of their session from his slowly retiring shaft.

     Loco made his way back out to the pasture having been well satisfied.

     Kara was another matter. She suddenly realized that not only had she
allowed herself to be fucked by a bull, she had given it her first blowjob.
Even as she thought this, Kara caught herself playing with her pussy again.
She went out to the yard to hose herself down, taking longer than usual
when the sensation of the cool water forcing into her pussy made her cum
again.

     This was going too far. She had to get control of herself and quickly.
Before she managed to fuck a sperm whale. After pondering that possibility
longer than she should have, Kara took flight once again.


SUPERGIRL BECOMES SUPERSLUT, PART FOUR

     Kara's flight back to Metropolis was only hindered by the fact that
she spent more time fingering her pussy than paying attention to where she
was going. Once there though, her resolve was clear. Get to Lex Luthor and
find a way out of this.

     Landing at LexCorp proved a pleasant surprise as a glimpse in the
window showed that she was back in a somewhat familiar version of her
uniform. It was translucent, but at least she was covered. It helped
strengthen her resolve and she burst through the plate glass window into
Luthor's office.

     "My, my," Luthor began "I am getting to like the new you. Personally,
the waif look is out though. My preference runs a little larger than those
puny.... what are those double D's?"

     "Very funny Luthor." The high pitch of her voice took Kara off guard.
"Get me out of this little fantasy of yours now."

     Luthor just chuckled, "Sorry my dear. It's hard to take you seriously
when you look so fuckable. You would rather be fucked wouldn't you?"

     Kara's resolve started to slip just hearing the word "fuck". She could
feel herself juicing up again. Her eyes closed briefly. When she opened
them, Luthor was exiting to an adjoining room. She was quick to follow.

     On the other side of the doorway was a hall with several doors. A
quick glance proved that her x-ray vision was useless. The doors were
either lead lined, or she just couldn't manage to concentrate enough. It
was the old fashioned way then.

     As she turned the doorknob, she had a sensation wash over her. She
shouldn't go in, but she couldn't stop herself. Inside the room was what
appeared to be a nursery. On the changing table was a full grown man in a
diaper. She looked down to see that her uniform was now a nightgown and
fuzzy slippers. The man started crying.

     Without a second thought, Supergirl walked to the changing table and
started to change the man's diaper. When she was finished, she picked him
up and he started trying to suck her tit through the nightgown. She lowered
the strap and his mouth grabbed onto her nipple. The sucking was great as
it allowed her to release some of the pent up sexual frustration.

     It wasn't long before she realized that he was actually drawing milk
from her tit. She was lactating. What's more, as he sucked, her tits were
growing. Her thought again went to her crotch. Every suck seemed to go
right from the nipple to her clit. She was in a daze as she realized that
she was now on her back as the man continued to suckle her titanic tits.
They had ballooned to unreal proportions. She couldn't believe it, she
couldn't stop fingering herself. Then she remembered the Blue Kryptonium
dildo in her ass. Once she retrieved it, she plunged it into her sopping
cunt over and over.

     After what seemed like hours, she finally fell off to sleep.

     On waking up, she realized that she was in a different room. This one
was a kitchen. Not very well kept, she thought. As she stood, she realized
that her tits were back to their previous proportions. She had also changed
outfits again. She was now in a maid's outfit, of course retaining her
usual uniform colors right down to the ruffled red panties and thigh high
stockings.

     This place needed a good cleaning and it was up to her. As she set
about her duties, a man entered the room. He wasn't happy.

     "Look at this place," he started "you know what this means of course?"
He took a seat at the table, turning the chair out.

     Supergirl knew what it meant. She didn't know why, but she knew. Kara
immediately walked over to the man and lay across his lap. He pulled her
panties down and her short skirt up. He drew his hand back and slapped her
ass hard.

     "Owwww!" she screamed. Kara hadn't expected to feel the slap, but it
was as stinging as anything she'd felt in her life. Another slap, and
another. Her eyes were welling with tears even as her pussy welled with
cum. Her nipples hardened, she was squirming on the man's lap trying to
relieve herself.

     The man stopped slapping her ass and placed a finger on her pussy
lips. "So that's what you want... a bit more motivation."

     He pushed her onto the floor, stood and undid his pants. "Well, you'll
need to motivate me first."

     Supergirl had his dick in her mouth almost as soon as he'd ordered it.
She was insatiable as she slurped at his cock. Licking and sucking until he
pulled it away. She immediately knew to turn around and present her ass to
him. With no further foreplay, he drilled his cock into her ass and again
began spanking her as he fucked.

     Kara couldn't believe the pain and the pleasure she was feeling. But
she wasn't going to stop now. She ground her ass back onto his dick with
the wanton abandon of the slut she had become.

     The orgasm that enveloped her sent her off into another nap.

     This time, she awoke to find herself in what appeared to be a cheap
hotel room. On the bed was a man dressed in woman's clothing. He looked
ridiculous in the spandex minidress and whorish makeup.

     A quick look in the mirror showed that she was now in some sort of
Super Dominatrix attire. She looked the same as she had, with an added
surprise... a massive cock between her legs. She gripped the phallus
thinking it to be a strap-on, but it was very real. At least a foot long
and very thick. What's more, she had a hard-on.

     She turned to her little sissy-slut on the bed. His over made up eyes
widened at the sight of her cock.

     "Does my little sissy want me to take her sissy ass?" Her voice seemed
closer to normal.

     The sissy turned over and presented his ass to her. "Please Mistress,
please fuck your little sissy whore."

     Remembering what she had learned in the last "fantasy", Supergirl
mounted the sissy and plunged her cock into his tight ass. If she'd doubted
that the cock was indeed her's, the feeling of the sissy's tight ass
gripping it removed all doubt. It was a remarkable feeling as she plunged
in and out of his sphincter.

     It wasn't long before Kara's balls released a torrent of cum into the
sissy's ass. She collapsed on top of the sissy and half expected to be
asleep to awaken in some other bizarre scenario.

     "Thanks Supes, I haven't had a good fucking for centuries."

     Kara looked up to see the sissy morph into Mr. Mxyzptlk.

     "Mxyzptlk! Luthor's partner no doubt."

     "You're much smarter than, well, you look. Who does your hair?"

     Supergirl grabbed the elfin magician by the neck.

     "Ah uh, that's no way to treat the guy who gave you a way back to
being yourself."

     She let him down.

     "You see, Luthor screwed me over on a deal a few years ago. Basically,
this has all been a set up to get him back. He came up with this Blue
Kryptonium crap, it was me who added the little changes of wardrobe."

     "What's the way back?"

     Mxyzptlk scratched his head. "See that's the unfortunate thing. I can't
actually tell you, but you'll know it when you see it. In the mean time,
Luthor is in the second door to the left down the hall. Kltpzyxm."

     After saying his name backwards, Mr. Mxyzptlk returned to his own
dimension leaving Kara to ponder his cryptic clue.

     As she sat there, her cock started to spring to life again. She leaned
down and kissed the head, then tried to get the head into her mouth. After
sucking herself off again, she decided to see how much control she had over
herself. She went to the mirror and concentrated on her looks. Her clothes.
But it only served to make her horny again.

     She forced herself to focus on getting to Luthor. As she turned to
leave, in the mirror she saw that tattoo on her ample ass. Mxyzptlk didn't lie,
she knew it when she saw it. But she had to wait to lure Luthor in.

     On exiting the room, she returned to her female genitalia. Her uniform
was a fringed bra and g-string. Again, her pubes were exposed showing that
shaved "S". She put on her best strut as she entered the second door on the
right. No wait, the left... Luthor is on the left. It was too late, she was
onto the next fantasy.




SUPERGIRL BECOMES SUPERSLUT - FINALE

     The room was dark but felt familiar. The dance music blared out and
went right to Kara's crotch. It was as if someone had wired a woofer into
her cunt. The beat of the music was driving her to yet another orgasm.
Dispite the darkness, she started dancing in the most lewd manner
imaginable.

     Suddenly, the walls seemed to fall around her. The music got louder as
strobe lights filled her view. She looked down to see a huge cake at her
feet. She got it now. She was the Super-stripper at this party. The cat
calls and cheers started as she did her bump and grind.

     In spite of the flashing lights, she could make out the stage. There
were several people around the room. Kara was center and just to the side
of her was about a five foot tall, stainless steel pole. It was rounded at
the top like a dildo. Just the thought had her grinding her hips faster as
the cheers continued.

     Even as her mind thought that she had to get to Luthor, her hands were
ripping the fringed bra off her tits. Kara was once again lost to the
illusion before her. Or was it real? She didn't care any longer as she
ripped the panties off her body. She had to have that pole in her now.

     Her usual grace gave way to wanton desire as she sprang up and impaled
her hot pussy on the cold steel. The contrast made her cum immediately. Her
feet positioned on either side of the pole, she began to piston herself up
and down on the phallus. Much to the appreciation of her audience.

     The lights, the music, it all became a blur as her orgasms seemed to
meld into one.

     Before she realized it, Kara was being lifted from the pole. There
were hands everywhere. This is what she needed, what she wanted. Sex. As
many cocks as she could get. But when the first crotch was positioned over
her face, she got a surprise. The beautiful blonde pussy in front of her
was dripping wet, just begging to be sucked and licked. As she latched on
to the clit, someone returned the favor to her. More mouths attatched
themselves to her rock hard nipples. The feeling was unbelievable.

     The lights, and her own ecstacy, allowed her only glimpses of the
women. But there seemed to be tits and cunts everywhere. Her legs were
spread for a surprise as she shared a double dong with another woman. The
others seemed to join in to guide them back and forth on the fake cock.
Then another in her ass, or was that still the Kryptonium? There were tits
being thrust at her mouth. She sucked and fucked for all she was worth.

     After hours and hours, things went black again. Exhaustion caught up
with Supergirl and she fell off to sleep in the middle of this lesbian
orgy.

     When she woke, she was alone. The room was bare. She had to get Luthor
while she still could. She stood up and saw the Krytonium dildo had been
thrown to one side in the decadence she had experienced.

     Looking down, she realized it still had some hold on her since her
body was still that of a sexpot Superslut.

     Luthor had to be across the hall, she had just turned right instead of
left. Mustering the last of her will, she sped toward the door. Kara burst
through it and the door to the other side of the hall at super-speed. Luthor's
smiling face greeted her.

     "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost my dear." He simply oozed
confidence. "Oh by the way, here's your cut." With that he pushed a open
briefcase filled with money toward her.

     Kara smirked, "You should know I don't take bribes Luthor."

     He crossed around behind her "No bribe, Superslut." He smacked her ass
right on her tattoo. "You've earned every penny, minus my seventy percent
finders fee of course."

     "Earned? What are you trying to pull?"

     Lex seemed hurt, "Nothing at all. It just so happens that there are a lot
of people willing to pay generously to have a piece of that super-ass. You've
just become the highest paid call girl in Metropolis. Oh hell, the world. At a
million a pop, you'll excuse the pun, you've just fucked your way to three
million dollars."

     Now it was time. He was gloating to much. Not to mention the fact that
he'd turned her into a whore.

     "Tulsrepus!" Kara said simply.

     Before Luthor's ever widening eyes, Superslut turned back into Supergirl.
Her costume returned to normal.

     "How...." Luthor stumbled "You couldn't...."

     As she grabbed him by the neck, Supergirl explained "If you're going to
pick a partner. You should get one you haven't pissed off. Now, since I can't
allow this escapade to be made public. A little poetic justice is called for."

     With her other hand, Supergirl ripped off Luthor's pants and underwear
with one stroke. His dick was hard already. She then pulled her own red panties
down. Kara slowly pulled Lex to her and guided his dick into her pussy. Just as
he thought to enjoy the experience, she allowed her cunt muscles to contract
around his rod. 

     The pain that shot through him was excruciating as his dick wilted faster
than he thought possible. He crumbed in a crying heap at her feet.

     "I'd hold off a few months on any Viagra." She started to hover above him
as she pulled her panties up again. "At least until the bruises heel."

     With a laugh, she flew through the window and headed for Clark's
apartment.


EPILOGUE	

     Kara was fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her restored
body. As she looked in the mirror she was pleased to see her normal self once
again. She turned and allowed the towel to drop just in time to see IT. Right
there on her ass, that damned "Superslut" tattoo.

     "Just a little something to remember me by." She whirled around to see Mr.
Mxyzptlk staring her up and down. "Maybe just one more added touch." There was
a flash of light at her crotch as the Super-symbol pussy hair returned.
"Kltpzyxm!" With another flash he was gone.

     Kara returned to the mirror to survey his handiwork. She actually kinda
liked the look of her Super-pussy, but that tattoo was too much. Then another
stray though crossed her mind.

     "Where's my dildo?"


THE END



Thanx for all the great notes I've gotten on this story. I really appreciate
it. Maybe if I can get off my back long enough, I'll take another stab at
writing again soon.

Please no requests for me to send the story or picture directly. All things
being equal, I don't want some pre-pubescent teenager popping his zits over my
horny musings.




LisaAnn (69 is just a hobby)
"If you make me sticky, I might just return the favor."


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