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Hey Max,

I had that same concern: having some superpowered, revenge-seeking, women running around LA. Might liven the place up some! Actually, that's why I put in that little bit at the end of the story where I say she gave Deni a double dose. It must work exponentially, because just a single dose only makes a woman a lot stronger than than most guys. But a double dose would make her like lots and lots of times stronger than an average guy (how's that for scientific accuracy?)

Thanks for the comments.

-Rick

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Great story so far, ratlaf. I love the angle you're taking with this, telling it from the perspective of the woman going through the changes. Although, I gotta say … she's freakin' huge 😮 Is she going to stay that way?

Looking forward to the next installment.

-Rick

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The Sweat (part 2)

[Now let's see … where was I?]

[Oh, yeah. Demi … I mean, Deni, yeah that's it … Deni had just taken Martha's Sweat formula …]

Deni wiped her lips on the sleeve of her sweatshirt as she handed the vial back to Martha. “How long til something happens?”
Martha looked at her for a moment, then she smiled. “Should be just about…”
The raven-haired movie star’s eyes shot open. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She felt a warm rush of energy race down her legs and then shoot up through her body as if it had bounced off the floor. She threw her head back and opened her arms wide as if trying to allow the energy a path of escape. But instead she felt it rising higher and higher inside her until she felt as if her entire body would burst open.
Dan could see the loose sweatshirt that Deni was wearing begin to fill up as if someone had attached an invisible air hose to it. The woman clenched her fists and tightened the muscles in her arms causing the sleeves of the heavy sweatshirt to stretch even more. She slowly raised her arms up and clenched her fists even tighter. Suddenly, Dan could hear the sound of seams popping and fabric tearing.
Deni grunted as she neared the top of her flex. She looked down to see her biceps stretching out the sleeves of her sweatshirt. “Oh god,” she yelped, “what’s happening to me?” But scared as she was, she couldn’t stop staring at her monstrous muscles as they struggled to shred the material. With a final push, she ripped open the sleeves, exposing her grapefruit sized biceps.
But she had no time to revel in the power she was feeling in her upper body. Her jeans, which had been tight before, began to stretch outward as well. Deni grabbed the sides of her pants and tugged. With just a few tugs, she had torn most of the thick denim from her legs. Her quads were bulging larger and larger with each second. Again, Dan’s hard-on returned with a vengeance. He tried in vain to tear his eyes away from the sight of the growing woman as he grabbed himself and tried to push his hard cock down. Hoping that he would not be seen, he began to rub his hard member as he watched the increasingly erotic scene being played out in front of him.
Meanwhile, Deni was having some trouble breathing. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. “Can’t … can’t  …. get a … breath …” was all she could say.
“Calm down,” Martha instructed, “and take one really deep breath.”
The frightened movie star followed the smaller woman’s order. She calmed herself and then took in as big of a breath as she could. Dan couldn’t help himself. He had to watch. He saw the sweatshirt again fill up, but in the front this time. It lifted up above the actress’ waist and displayed the top of her panties which had been stretched into a ‘G-string by the twin hemispheres of her now very muscular butt and the sweeping bulk of her massive thighs.
Dan heard a popping sound, which brought his attention back to Deni’s chest. Her boobs seemed to explode outward from her chest after the pop. The nearly overcome woman grabbed her now totally inadequate sweatshirt in the middle and tore it apart with one motion. As she did so, her breasts, each easily the size of cantaloupes, sprung out.
Finally the growth was over. Deni stood in the middle of the warehouse mostly naked, save for a tiny bit of cloth that covered her privates, breathing like she had just sprinted a mile. Her massive tits rose and fell on her thick chest with each tremendous breath, her arms being pushed away from her torso by her huge back muscles. She placed her hands on her hips as she began to catch her breath.
Without a word to the others, Deni stepped over to the safe laying on the floor where Jennifer had left it. She cautiously took hold of the handle, not really sure what to expect. But when she stood back up and lifted her arm, it was obvious that the heavy weight of the safe was negligent to her now. She lifted it several times and examined it with both hands. Then she tossed it in the air a few times like she was tossing an empty cardboard box.
“Too light,” Deni said as she casually flipped the safe over her shoulder. “Got anything heavier, doc? I want to see how strong I really am!” The safe came crashing down on the floor, filling the building with a reverberating boom as a testament to how heavy it really was.
Deni walked over the car that was parked inside the warehouse and sized it up. Dan held his breath. Was she going to try to lift a full sized sedan with her bare hands? Just how strong was she? She bent down and grabbed the bumper with both hands. Then she paused and a sly smile spread across her beautiful face. She shifted her right hand to the center of the bumper and then slowly stood upright.
Dan was nearly choking with awe as he watched the huge car rise slowly off the floor. Deni’s arm grew larger and larger with the effort. Soon she was beginning to curl the front end of the car up to her shoulder. Dan couldn’t tear his eyes off the beautiful woman as her muscles expanded to match the resistance. Her bicep ballooned upward as if someone had shoved a grapefruit on top of the cantaloupe under her skin. Her chest  and forearms exploded with size as well. From his viewpoint, Dan could see all of her huge muscles working in concert to lift the car.
After completing the impossible lift several times, Deni switched hands and repeated herself. Finally, she set the car down and spread out her massive, pumped up arms. Then she once more brought her fists in toward her head and flexed her biceps as hard as she could. She looked side to side, her field of vision was nearly filled with the sight of her unbelievably massive biceps. They looked more like arms from a cartoon character rather than a real person.
“Holy shit!” Deni exclaimed, as she stared in wonder at her new body. Her usually husky voice carried even more resonance than before, “You were right, I do feel like I could take on Superman!” Finally she lowered her arms and approached the other women. She walked up to the shorter and considerably thinner Martha and placed her hands on her hips, “And speaking of that,” she said as she extended her hand, “I’ll take my fifty thousand back now.”
The two women were shocked by this change in attitude and could only stare at the massive muscle woman in front of them. “But didn’t it work like I told you it would?” Jennifer asked.
“Oh yeah,” Deni replied not taking her eyes off Martha.
“And didn’t you agree to the amount?”
“Yeah, but see,” explained Deni, “things change. I figure that I’m the biggest and the strongest in here and this little lady will either hand over the cash, or I’ll take it from her the hard way.”
Suddenly, Martha grabbed hold of Deni’s wrist and held on. Deni tried to pull away, but she felt like her hand had been caught in a vise. The muscles across her chest and shoulders bunched and swelled with the effort, but she was still stuck. Meanwhile, Martha calmly looked at the large woman and barely registered any effort while holding her wrist stable. Out of desperation, Deni took a swing at Martha’s face with her free hand. Martha caught it before it could make contact. She began to squeeze the hand and the wrist and force them backwards.
Deni finally began to give in to the relentless pressure that the diminutive woman was exerting on her arms. She dropped to her knees and gritted her teeth. “Alright, alright, I give up. I’m sorry!” she cried out in her pain.
“You ungrateful, self-centered, self-absorbed little child!” Martha finally spoke. “I gave you everything you wanted and you would deny me just compensation? I have another serum, you know, that would leave you as weak and undeveloped as a seven year old girl and I have half a mind to force it down your throat right now!”
Martha released her hold on the nearly crying woman and stepped back. “Jennifer, kindly get your friend out of here,” she said coldly, as she walked over and opened the warehouse door.
Jennifer helped Deni get up from the floor and handed her the clothes she had brought. Sheepishly, Deni slipped a huge sweatshirt over her head and drew a large pair of shorts up to her muscular waist. Then she slid quietly into the car. Jennifer closed the door and walked around to where Martha was standing.
“Oh Martha, I’m so sorry for my friend’s behavior,” she said as she gave the smaller woman a hug. “Does this happen to you often?”
“About every third one, yeah. The power just goes to their head,” Martha replied still holding Jennifer. “But they forget about it over time.”
“Was I that bad?”
“Worse. I had to get a new place after we got done wrestling.” Martha puled back and smiled at the younger woman, “But I have to admit, that really was fun!”
The two women laughed and kissed each other on the cheek. Then Jennifer headed for the car. She gave Martha a silent wave as she steered the car out of the warehouse. Once more, Martha pulled the heavy metal door down after they were gone.
She walked back to the small lab and began to clean things up. “You can come out now, Dan,” she said without looking up.
“H … how …” Dan stuttered, “how did you know I was …”
“I saw you. I heard you gasping when Deni lifted the car.” She finished her cleaning, took off her lab coat and hung it on a coat rack. Then she walked over to Dan. She ran a finger seductively down his chest, “Hell, I could smell you as you came down the hallway.”
Dan cleared his throat but didn’t even attempt to shift his thickening cock as he became aroused by her voice and touch. “You really could see me? How? I was so far away and in the shadows.”
Martha laughed gently, “All of my senses are just as strong as my muscles. You saw how easily Deni lifted the safe and the car? And then what I did to her when she wanted her money back?”
Dan stared at her like he was trying to solve a complex math calculation. Finally his eyes lit up, like he had just come up with the answer, “Wait a minute, just how strong are you?”
Martha smiled demurely and turned back to the safe that was lying on the floor. She effortlessly picked it up and rested it on the top of her arm. She began to slowly bring her hand down towards her shoulder. The thick metal of the safe resisted her efforts. She gritted her teeth and really started to concentrate.
Soon, Dan could see that the side of the strongbox was beginning to deform. He heard a small squeal as Martha kept up the pressure. Dan was shocked and yet amazingly aroused by the sight of Martha’s muscles overpowering the safe.
With one last squeeze and a little cry that sounded almost like she was about to come, Martha released her pressure and grabbed the safe with her other hand. After taking a moment to get her breath back, Martha flipped the safe over so that Dan could examine it.
Dan’s heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry. Martha’s big bicep had left a deep indentation on the side of the safe. It looked like some had pushed a baseball into soft clay.
“About that strong,” Martha said as she waved the heavy safe like it was no heavier than a cereal box. She dropped the safe next to her and approached Dan with a hungry look in her eye.
“But you know what, Dan?” Martha’s hands were back on his chest now. “Using my strength like that,” her hands were circling his butt and her boobs were pressed against him, “gets me so horny!” She reached down into his boxers and grabbed his raging hard-on with both of her super-powered hands. But she was so incredibly gentle! Explosions of pleasure were going off in Dan’s brain. He was finding it hard to catch a breath.
Soon, his shorts were down around his knees. Martha grabbed the outside of his thighs and lifted him as easily as if she were lifting a doll. She held him aloft as she began to lick and suck on his rock hard member. “Mmmm, you know what I love about that New Zealand spinach?” she asked in between slurps. “The effect it has on a guy’s cock can last for hours, even days.”
Something that Martha said shook Dan out of his pleasure induced stupor. “Wait … wait a minute,” Dan tried to slow the super woman down by pushing back on her head. But he might as well have tried to stop locomotive with his bare hands. She could barely even feel him pushing against her.
Martha sucked faster and more insistently, trying to get Dan to come once more in her mouth. With Martha holding him up by his hips, Dan’s dangling legs began to tremble of their own accord as he approached his impending explosion.
Dan’s mind cleared momentarily as he took stock of the situation. Here he was, a tall, 230 pound man, suspended two feet above the floor by this diminutive young woman who was jacking him off like she was licking a popsicle! And he could do nothing about it but give in to the sensations.
Which he did.
As his body shuddered to it’s inevitable conclusion, Dan looked down at the beautiful woman who was taking him in her mouth. As Martha lapped up the last of his cum, Dan could have sworn that her tongue and lips had a greenish tinge to them.
Martha stepped toward her lab once more and set Dan down on a table. Then she picked up the safe once more. Without pausing she brought her hands together, crushing the safe like it was a paper bag. She kept working on the thick metal, molding it into a ball shape. Then she poked her finger into the ball three times, held it like a bowling ball and rolled it toward the back of the warehouse. The ball hit with such force the the junk was sent flying like bowling pins. Then the ball smashed into and nearly through the rear wall of the building.
“And about that strong, after another dose of you,” Martha proclaimed as she raised her arms in a mighty double-biceps flex. Dan thought for sure that he could see atomic bombs going off in her upraised arms.
“Martha … what’s going on here?” Dan was finally able to mumble.
“C’mon, stud,” Martha said as she picked him up in her muscle bloated arms and set him down on the floor, “let’s go back to my kitchen. I’ll put on some tea and ‘splain it all to you.” She wrapped an arm around Dan’s waist and walked him back to the front of the building.
A few minutes later, the two were sitting in Martha’s cozy living area sipping tea. “Okay, Dan,” Martha started, “I’ll bet you’ve got a ton of questions.”
Dan was still looking a little dumbfounded, turning  the events of the evening over and over in his mind. “I guess the first thing is, what happened to me … you know … my muscles? They’re still aching!”
“I’m sorry,” Martha replied rather sheepishly, “I didn’t warn you about that. You see, in doing my research I found that when a man eats enough of the leaves of Tetragonia tetragonioides, his muscles tend to cramp up temporarily. But what the muscles are doing is acting as a kind of filter. The liquid that is pushed to the surface is like a concentrated form of spinach. The leaves produce another chemical in the man’s testes and when the two are combined … well, you saw the effect it had on Deni and Jennifer.”
“And what about you?” asked Dan. “You’re even stronger than Deni while she’s on the drug and then you take a shot of me straight and your strength goes off the scale! I mean, forget about giving Superman a run for his money in armwrestling. You looked like you could have taken on a whole team of Supermen.”
“Well, first, it’s not a drug, it’s a nutritional supplement …”
“Yeah, sure it is. And I’m Johnny Depp.”
“… And second, I’ve taken it so many times that now just a shot of enhanced semen alone pumps me up.”
“And this is how you make your living? Ensnaring unsuspecting men to make your super strength formula?” Dan was almost getting angry thinking about how he had been used. But one look at Martha’s bicep as she lifted the cup to her lips tempered his outburst considerably.
“They’ve never complained,” she said with a mischievous smile. “In fact all of them have been grateful for the experience. See, one of the side effects for the men is an increase in the size of their penis and in their ability to add muscle and lose fat through their normal workouts.”
“All of them?” Dan seized upon her words. “How many ‘all of them’ have their been?
“Well, let’s see,” Martha seemed lost in her calculations. “Somewhere around 500 I’d say,” she said, without seeming to be very surprised by the number.
Dan practically spit out a mouthful of tea, “500!!??!!”
“Yeah, about. I would estimate that I’ve had about 10 ‘donors’ per year, give or take a few. Some years I was pretty busy. And since I started while I was in graduate school, which was back in ‘57 …”
This time Dan did spit his tea out. “Wait a minute! I wasn’t even born then and I’m …” He looked over at Martha who was still smiling back at him. “Well, that’d make you …”
Martha smiled at Dan.
Dan stared back a Martha searching for a clue to let him know that Martha wasn’t serious.
“I’m 72, Dan, on my next birthday.”
“But … but …” the poor man’s brain was on overload, “… you’re so … so …”
“What did they say back in the sixties? Better living through modern chemistry. Hmmm … come to think of it, I may have coined that phrase. Drink your tea, dear, before it gets cold.”
Obediently, Dan quietly sipped his tea. All the time he kept stealing glances Martha’s way attempting to reconcile what she had just told him with what his eyes and hands and body had experienced.
Finally, Martha set her cup down on an end table. “Well, thanks for coming by tonight Dan. I had a wonderful time. But it’s late and I’m sure you need to get some sleep before work tomorrow.” She stood up and stretched her arms back, once more showing off her good sized tits and still inflated muscles.
Dan didn’t seem overly impressed with Martha’s display and simply smiled back as he rose from his chair. “Yeah, I … I guess I better get going. Thanks for diner and … and …” Dan was trying to remember what else went on, but it seemed to be fading away. “… and everything.”
“I had a lot of fun,” Martha said, helping him out, “it’s great to just relax and talk to someone else besides my plants. Maybe we could do it again sometime?” Martha pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and put her glasses back on.
“Yeah, that’d be great. Well, I guess I’ll see you at the gym sometime, right?”
“You bet.”
“Yeah, well, goodnight.” Dan said and gave a little wave as he walked to his car.
Martha went back to her kitchen to clean up. She carefully packed up her special blend of ‘forget-me-not’ tea, glad that she had discovered that the plant had been seriously mis-named and that blended with the right herbs produced just the opposite effect. Dan would go home and eventually forget everything that had gone on. Still, she mused to herself, he was a pretty awesome lover. A couple more ‘donations’ from him and he would be hung like a horse, not to mention what it would do for his physique.
But no, she reminded herself. She had tried that once with some fledgling bodybuilder back in the late sixties. He grew to heroic proportions, as did his fame. But the potency of his sweat decreased dramatically with each donation. And that was what this whole thing was about.
Martha took the wad of thousand dollar bills that Deni had given her and tucked it inside a blue bank bag. Tomorrow she would deposit it at her bank. She had a friend who was the bank manager who handled everything, and never asked questions. She was a woman in her fifties that looked twenty years younger and who felt thirty years younger. 0ne of Martha’s clients from a couple of decades back.
From there, most of the money would be given to shelters for abused women as anonymous gifts. Martha also helped out in these shelters during the day as a volunteer. This way, she could identify the women who would benefit the most from a free dose of her formula, like her friend the bank manager had.
Martha walked back to the lab portion of the warehouse to make sure everything was closed down. She checked on the formula she had mixed up from Dan’s donation. The unused vials of the liquid were being stored in a small refrigerator. Slightly overweight, single guys seemed to give the most sweat and their semen was still fairly fresh. She had collected enough material from Dan to make ten doses of her formula and had given Deni two of those, leaving her with eight. A pretty good night.
Martha slipped out of her top and shorts and opened a small closet. Hanging there was a long dress-like garment. She pulled it over her head and straightened it out. With practiced moves, she added a belt and a long piece of material that draped down in front and behind her. Then she tucked her brown hair into a veil and wrapped a long rosary around her belt.
Sister Martha slipped the blue bank bag into a hidden pocket in her habit then left the building through a small door in the back, making sure to double lock it. I’ll have to remember to fix that wall tomorrow, she reminded herself as she left the building.
A short drive later and she was back at her convent. It was a small building, once used for the nuns who taught at the nearby school.
As Sister Martha padded silently through the darkened hallway, she was greeted by a kindly voice, “Out late tonight, sister?”
Sister Martha stopped at the doorway of a small room and saw an older woman sitting on a comfortable reading chair. “Good evening, Sister Agatha. Yes, I was working late at the lab. Did you get my message that I wouldn’t be able to join the sisters tonight for dinner?”
Sister Agatha, the Mother Superior of the convent, was a small, thin woman with a kindly face. She looked to be no older than her mid-50’s, but was actually nearing 80 years old. “Yes, thank you. But you missed Evening Prayer as well. Is everything alright?”
“Oh yes, Mother. It just took a little more time than usual.”
“Didn’t you have an appointment with that movie star, tonight? How did that go?” Sister Agnes queried, looking up from her reading.
“Another nice donation for the homes,” Sister Martha replied, patting the bag in her pocket. “She seemed like a nice enough woman, but she needs to work on her self-discipline, I’m afraid. Still, it was nothing that I couldn’t handle.”
“I’m sure of that,” the older nun replied, smiling. “God has blessed you with tremendous spiritual strength. And we are blessed to have you as a sister.”
Sister Martha smiled demurely, “Well, thank you, Mother. And thank you for being so supportive of my ministry.” Then changing the subject, “Well, I’ll leave you to your reading. I’m feeling so full of energy, I think I’m going to go for a quick jog around the block before I retire. Good night, Sister Agnes, I’ll see you at Morning Prayer.”
“Good night, Martha, and God bless,” the older nun responded as she went back to her reading. While concentrating on her book, she absentmindedly picked up a heavy statue of St. Jude that she used as a doorstop. Without looking up from her reading, she began slowly lifting the 40 pound statue like a dumbbell as her door swung shut.

The End.

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Thanks for the comments. I'm just about finished. But I got to say – the last scene is … well, you'll just have to see for yourselves. I didn't even expect me to take the story in this particular direction.

-Rick

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I'm so glad you folks like the story so far.

The Defender thing was just something that popped up as I was finishing this third part. She kind of took on a life of her own when I started thinking about her back story. "She's not a bad girl, she's just hypnotically programmed that way" I'll have to work that quote in somehow – a take off of Jessica Rabbit.

By the way, I went through and cleaned up some of my misspelled words in the second post. I was in a hurry to get it up before Christmas and I didn't spell check the last part. If you find anything else that is in need of correction, please let me know. Is alsways so haard to reed of stories when you have to phight though the s[elling and grammir missteaks.

Hey, wouldn't this be a great story for David Matthews to illustrate? And we both work at about the same speed – maybe he and I should team up! 😀

Later days.

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Thanks for al the nice comments. But I'm afraid that i'm not quite ready to write for Marvel just yet – see, they like to have their stories come in a little more often than once every ten months. But the birth of the Ultimate She-Hulk? Now that would be interesting!

-Rick

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MJ had momentarily lost track of one of the opponents when someone grabbed her from behind. Two muscular arms enveloped her and began to compress her torso. She realized at once that this was the Enforcer’s muscle man, Ox. She stopped his squeeze by gently flexing her arms and chest muscles. Ox was surprised by her resistance, so he increased his efforts.

Ox began to think that he had wrapped his meaty arms around a rock. For all his size and strength, he couldn’t crush this little girl like he should be able to. Suddenly MJ expanded her chest and drew her arms up and away from her side which broke the big man’s grip and sent him staggering backwards. MJ spun around and caught him by the belt and shirt and effortlessly swooped him up over her head, much to the shock and consternation of Ox.

Just then, Electro, who had been watching this little contest of strength, decided that this would be the best time to take out the spider-female. Sure, it was a cheap shot. To hit her while she wasn’t looking wasn’t really playing fair. But that was the kind of strategy that he loved the best. After all, he reasoned, I’m a bad guy! I’m supposed to do stuff like that!

Unfortunately, Electro’s aim was slightly off and he merely nicked the super woman in the foot. Instinctively, MJ leapt into the air, holding Ox above her head. She arched her back and launched the bewildered man-mountain like a missile at Electro.

After his initial miss and seeing the woman’s ability to leap twenty feet straight up while hoisting a 300 pound man above her head, Electro decided to give her all he had. But he wasn’t expecting her to throw Ox at him. Out of pure survival instinct, Electro released another volley of lightning in a vain attempt to stop the oncoming man. All he succeeded in doing was frying Ox into unconsciousness right before he slammed into the much smaller villain. MJ landed gently in a crouched position ready for the next attacker.

Meanwhile, Wilson Fisk was busy mentally rehearsing the next few moments as he hurried toward his office. With a push of a secret button, all of the contents of his safe would be instantly dumped into another safe that could only be accessed by tearing the wall apart. It was a drastic move saved for the utmost emergencies. And this was one of those times. Next he would need to call in his best secretary.

Fisk had figured that the Cat would have double-crossed him for only two reasons. First, because of some misguided feelings of affection for the spider-pest, and second, to get any information that could clear her father. Information that he securely stashed away as the contents of his office safe were evacuated below into the nearly indestructible strong-box with a firm push of an ordinary looking piece of molding on his desk.

Next, the big man rang his receptionist’s desk. “Gloria!”

Although it was the middle of the night, a cheerful reply came back, “Yes, Mr. Fisk?”

“Gloria, what does the letter seven sound like?” Fisk had chosen his words precisely. He had just given her the verbal cue to initiate a post-hypnotic response. There was a pause at the other end of the intercom.

“Roses,” came the answer finally. But this time, Gloria’s voice was flat and emotionless.

“Excellent, Gloria. Initiate Defense Protocol 13.”

“A little too late to set up your defenses now, Kingpin,” the Black Cat purred as she sexily slipped from the shadows of Fisk’s huge office. “Or is that just some kind of code you have to send your secretary out for pizza?”

If the Kingpin of Crime was startled by the young woman’s sudden appearance, he didn’t show it. “Ah my dear Miss Hardy. I knew you would be along sooner or later.” He picked up his phone and stepped out from behind the desk. “Sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to wait just a minute. I was just about to make a call to an old friend of mine. Seems she’s gone for the weekend and might be worried about her darling daughter. I just hope she’s not too shocked when she learns how the child spends her evenings.”

Felicia’s face flushed in anger. In a flash, she whipped her Cat’s Cable up and shot it at the big man’s hand. The cable smashed into the phone and knocked it out of Kingpin’s grasp. The Black Cat’s sudden attack seemed to snap Kingpin into action. He lurched toward the young woman like a charging elephant, his face twisted in rage. The agile woman ducked under his meaty hands and sent him smashing into the wall. Then she followed up with a sharp elbow to the small of the back.

Kingpin roared in anger and thrashed back at Cat. But instead of ducking, she caught his arm and held it motionless. He spun quickly and thrust another huge fist at the young lady’s beautiful face. She released the one arm and easily blocked his new attack along with several other blows that he fired off in rapid succession. Finally she allowed the massive man to land a thunderous punch to her midsection. All she did to protect herself was to tighten her abs. But it was enough. His big hand bounced off her rock hard stomach. Incredulous, the Kingpin tried it again and again. It felt to Fisk like he was hitting his hands against a stone wall.

The Black Cat answered the Kingpin’s attack with a single jab at his jaw. Her potent punch sent him reeling backwards, smashing into a wall. “Well, well,” the dark clad supergirl purred as she stepped up to the stunned man, “it seems that the tables have turned!”

Meanwhile, back in the Kingpin’s war room, the war was still being waged. Spiderman paused to survey the room for his girlfriend. It was time to shift to the next phase of the operation. He spotted her dashing into a room that was filled with computer equipment. Suddenly, his spider sense warned him of another volley of bullets coming from below. As he moved to dodge the assault, he noticed that one of the shots nearly hit Dr. Octopus. Just as he hoped, the enraged villain turned his attention to the small man with the guns.

‘You idiot!” Octopus screamed as he sent one of his tentacles smashing into the man’s jaw, “you nearly killed me!”

Fancy Dan saw the metallic appendage coming at him out of the corner of his eye. He tried to dodge the blow but the robotic arm still hit him hard enough to knock him out. Good, thought Spiderman, it’s just down to old sourpuss and …

Spiderman’s thought was stopped short by an unexpected blow from behind. While he attacked the gunman with one arm, Octopus had sent another one to try to catch Spiderman off guard. Having dislodged the wall crawler from the wall, Octopus reached out with another tentacle, snatched up Spiderman before he hit the floor, and began to squeeze the young hero like a python.

Spiderman struggled to free himself, but try as he might, he couldn’t budge the mechanical arm that was slowly crushing the breath out of him. He couldn’t even get off a clean shot with his web shooter. Just as he was about to black out, he heard the familiar ‘thhhhp – thhhhp’.

Mary Jane had just jumped back into the room in time to see her boyfriend get snared by the evil genius. She shot a couple of streams of her highly adhesive webbing at one of Octopus’ two tentacles that were holding him up off the floor.

The brave young girl challenged the old scientist, “Let go of my …”

Her challenge was answered by a direct blow from Octopus’ fourth tentacle as it smashed into her bountiful chest and pinned her to the floor.

“Ah yes, the other spider-pest,” gloated Octopus, relishing the quick turn of fortunes in this little scuffle. “After I’m done crushing your boyfriend, perhaps we’ll have some fun together.” A steely finger at the end of his robotic arm responded to his mental commands and began to tug at the neck of Mary Jane’s costume.

“You disgusting pervert!” Mary Jane screamed. She responded to his amorous advances by whipping her legs up and around the metallic arm. With a powerful squeeze and a jerk downward, she twisted the arm in such a way that it threw the villain's balance off. With one arm webbed tightly to the floor and the surprisingly strong girl crushing and twisting, Octopus had to drop Spiderman to catch himself with his other arm.

Spiderman fell a few feet and landed with a thud, shaken but not unconscious. Meanwhile Mary Jane had grabbed the offending finger and had bent it backward. Octopus’ mind was reeling from the pain that the girl was causing. His mental link with his appendages went both ways and anything that happened to them, he experienced as well.

The mad doctor was about to attack Mary Jane with the full force of his robotic arms when another stream of webbing from Spiderman hit him square in the face. Frantically he scratched at the sticky stuff but couldn’t get it off. By this time, Mary Jane was back on her feet, having demolished the business end of one of Octopus’ arms. The nearly indestructible metal had yielded to the power of her thighs and now looked like so much mangled aluminum foil. With another two quick shots from her web shooters, two more arms were cemented against the floor and wall. Spiderman had swung up to an overhead girder. He snagged the last free arm and towed it up to the girder where he lashed it with an extra dose of his webbing. The fearsome criminal was stretched out across the Kingpin’s war room like a bug caught in a metalic spider’s web, unable to move.

Spiderman lowered himself on a line of webbing until he was upside down in front of his super powered girlfriend. “God, you are awesome,” he whispered so that Doc Ock couldn’t hear, “thanks for the assist.”

“Assist?!?” Mary Jane was incredulous. “It looked like you were the one lending ME a hand!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. I had the situation totally under control. I’m an old pro at this,” Peter replied, “Now, don’t you just want to lift up my mask and give me a big kiss?”

“Right now, I’d rather knock you into the middle of next week!” Mary Jane made a mock threatening gesture of raising her arm and flexing her big bicep, again pushing Spiderman’s costume to the limit of its stretchability.

“I love it when we fight. How ‘bout we go home, slip out of these long johns and make up.”

“Hold onto your hormones, Spidey,” Mary Jane grabbed her boyfriend’s costume and pulled him down a bit more, “I’ve got the computers downloading the info we wanted and its gonna take another minute or so. Besides, we seem to be missing one of our team members.”

“Not to mention our gracious host.”

“Something tells me that if we find one of them, we’ll find the other.”

Gloria Taylor had moved to New York from Missouri four years ago. She was sure that she would find a good job, get a cool flat in Manhattan, and hang out with lots of friends at the local coffee shop. Just like on the TV shows.

But the real world was waiting for someone like Gloria just to smack her down and trash her dreams. Not many employers even gave her a second look. She had very few skills, no experience, and problems with overeating. In fact she once broke a chair as she sat down for an interview. She didn’t get that job either. Go figure.

But Wilson Fisk saw something in her that others overlooked. First, she was desperate for a job. Second, she was loyal to a fault. And most important, he discovered that she was an excellent subject for hypnosis.

Soon, after Gloria went to work in one of the lower echelons of one of Fisk’s smaller companies, he had his scientists begin an almost nightly ritual of hypnosis. First they worked on her secretarial skills, training her within two weeks to be the fastest typist and most efficient organizer in the company. All the while, they were altering her eating habits and increasing her desire for exercise.

Of course, Gloria was oblivious to all of this. Everything was done in secret. An entire laboratory, designed to look like an apartment building, was constructed just for this R and D project. Gloria was the only actual tenant – given free rent as one of the perks for working for Fisk Industries. All of the friends she made in the building were actually members of her transformation team.

The apartment building had a state-of-the-art gym facility in the basement. Again because of her naiveté, Gloria just assumed all apartment buildings in New York had such amenities. The nightly hypnosis sessions eventually began to include a rigorous weight training routine coupled with intense martial arts instruction. Because of her ability to completely focus while under hypnosis, Gloria mastered several styles of martial arts in record time. She was soon one of the most proficient fighters in New York.

The transformation team was also trying out some new designer drugs on Gloria. They increased the amount of work her muscles could do while decreasing the amount of rest her muscles need for recuperation. At the same time the drugs started changing the makeup of cellular structure of her muscles. The result was that the stronger she became, the more dense her muscle got. Within two years she was doing bench presses with over 400 pounds and single hand curls of up to 75 pounds. But her muscles looked no larger than those of a top level fitness competitor. Fisk had insisted on this last part so that she would not stand out as anyone special.

But Gloria was indeed someone special. She stood 5’ 8” tall with straight black hair that reached the middle of her back which was usually held back in a pony tail. The intensive exercise routine that she had done had resulted in her developing an extremely fit physique with the only noticeable body fat located in her C cup breasts. She was stronger than most men and could defeat almost any opponent in hand to hand combat. In fact she would frequently spar with the Kingpin’s most notorious assassin, Elecktra. As of late, their sessions would usually end in a stalemate with one woman not able to defeat the other.

Gloria was the perfect stealth weapon. And Kingpin completely controlled her. Now as his secretary, she was his last line of defense in case everything and everyone else failed him.

Gloria, now in an hypnotic trance, pulled out the top drawer of her desk and pressed a button concealed inside. A panel in the wall of her office slid open to reveal a black costume hanging inside the secret compartment. She stood, looked around the room as if to see if anyone was watching, then removed her fake glasses with a flourish. Swiftly she stripped off all of her clothes, just as she had done so many times before in her practice sessions. Then, just as swiftly, she donned the costume that she had designed for herself.

The transformation team had discovered that Gloria had long fantasized about being a superhero. Using this to their advantage, they had guided her to make a costume and come up with a name. This only served to strengthen and accelerate the changes they were working in the girl’s psyche. Now, as she slipped into her costume, she mentally slipped into her persona of the Defender.

The Defender zipped up the front of her body hugging, black suit The thin, stretchy material covered her from her thighs to her wrists and it showed off every bulge and valley of muscle that she had developed over the years. She pulled on a pair of thick soled boots and quickly snapped the straps shut. Finally, she drew a pair of gauntlets onto her hands.

The command from Mr. Fisk had been for defense protocol 13. That meant that the threat was in his office and that it was from a meta-human. Defender took a small bottle from a shelf in the secret wall compartment and uncapped it. She inserted the tip in her nostril and squeezed while inhaling. Then she repeat the process with the other side.

The effect was almost immediate. Even before she could pull up the mask that was attached to her body suit, the chemical was exploding in her brain. Every color and sound in the room seemed to become magnified. She became intensely aware of everything around her. Then she felt a growing power within her as the chemical caused her brain to trigger a flow of adrenaline into her bloodstream.

Defender replaced the bottle and bolted down the hallway to her boss’ office. With a single kick, she smashed through the thick oak doors that had been locked from the inside. In a flash, she took in the scene before her. A woman clothed mostly in black was holding Wilson Fisk by the throat against a wall. Mr. Fisk’s face was bruised and one eye was shut from swelling. He was holding his ribs with one hand, probably an indication of some trauma to his torso, while his other hand dangled useless by his side. Her hand was raised, about to strike the helpless man again.

Defender flew at the costumed woman, landing with her boot square in her lower back. She quickly followed with an elbow to the base of the woman’s neck.

The Black Cat had been surprised by the Defender’s entrance and the woman moved much quicker than she had expected. She was barely able to brace herself for the attack. Still, her attacker’s blows had almost knocked her out even with her enhanced strength. She released her hold on Fisk and spun to strike back.

But the Defender was seeing things in a different light. Every move seemed to be in slow motion thanks to the chemical coursing through her. She watched as the black clad woman spun around and followed the arc of her arm as it came toward her. It was easy to dodge the attack, contact the arm with her left hand to force it to continue it’s motion and then strike the woman’s exposed chin with the heel of her right hand.

Cat’s head jerked backwards from the blow to her chin and instinctively she allowed herself to roll with the punch. What she needed right now was a little bit of space between them so she could assess the threat.

Fisk was leaning against the wall. “Ah my dear Defender,” he managed to croak out, “arriving in the nick of time, just like a good hero should.” Then his voice grew cold and malicious as he pointed to the crouched figure across the room, “Stop her!”

The Black Cat didn’t wait for the Defender to follow her orders. She leapt at the woman, confident in her fighting abilities and her new strength. But try as she might, every punch and kick she sent the dark woman’s way was easily blocked.

“Quite an impressive fighter, eh Cat?” Kingpin gloated as he hefted his bulk up to a standing position, still covering his broken rib. “My team has been working on her for the last four years.”

As if in response to the Kingpin’s gloats, Defender blocked one more punch and seeing an opening, slammed her open palm into Cat’s chest sending her flying backwards.

“As pleasurable as it would be to witness your final demise, my dear Cat, I must be going to attend to my own wounds.” He winced as he tried to lift his dislocated arm, “And before our activities tonight bring the authorities. Defender! Alert!”

The black clad Defender stood still upon his vocal command as she had been hypnotically programmed to do, ready to receive an order.

“Power up now. And eliminate the Black Cat. Then … have Gloria get someone in here to clean up this mess.”

The Cat watched as Defender touched a code into a series of buttons on her right gauntlet and walked to the nearest light switch. She placed her hand on the wall above the switch.

“You see Cat,” Fisk was moving toward the shattered opening to his huge office, “I try not to put all of my apples into one basket. As part of the Defender Project we developed a way to syphon the energy from an elecro-magnetic field and transform it into muscular power. She is my perfect weapon. A skilled fighter, fast, strong, totally under my control, and best of all, she will recall none of this in the morning. Even under hypnosis this will all appear to be merely a fantasy of hers.”

The Black Cat watched in horror as the skin tight costume on her opponent began to show signs of expansion.

As he stood in the doorway, nearly filling the doorway with his massive size, Fisk turned back to the room, “You on the other hand, I’m afraid I will have to count as a failed experiment. A set back. But just a minor set back. By the way, I wasn’t exactly honest with you –  but then such is the nature of our trade. There is no antidote for the virus and so far the longest anyone has survived with it in them is only three days. So even if you manage to defeat my Defender, which is highly doubtful, you die anyway. Good night, my dear. I’ll be sure to comfort your mother at your funeral.” With that, the big man was gone.

The End of Part Three

(How big does the Defender grow? Will Felicia escape? Will Fisk go unpunished? Will this story ever end? Will I ever find the time to write the exciting conclusion? Stay tuned True Believers for the next installment of … The Ultimate Black Cat!!)

(Hope you enjoyed part three. I should be wrapping things up in the next chapter.)

Later Days, Dudes,

-Rick

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Rob says he doesn't want to rush the author – bt hey! I just checked and Part 2 was posted way back in February! I'm sorry it took so long my friends.

drmentat – here's your Christmas present (or at least my part of it)

I'm posting part 3 today.

-Rick

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Sorry, Random101, but I don't think I wrote "the Supergirl Phenomenon" … at least I don't recall any story by that name (and I do actually keep a list of the stories that I've written over the years). And not to belabor the point, but as I stated in an earlier post … I am the author formerly known as Mac … and Mick … and Mary Ende … and, oh never mind.

Funny you should mention those old Mac stories of mine. I actually wrote the beginning part of a story that would tie the characters from The Librarian series and Muscle Lust together with a cool new character in Las Vegas – working title "Viva, Las Vegas, Baby". That first part was so ggod, I almost considered posting it as its own story. But I have left too many stories just hanging there waiting for a conclusion that I didn't want to do that with this one, too.  Maybe some day I'll have the time to get back to writing these tomes.

Later days,

-Rick

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First, a big thanks to Kiss, Yates, Fasola, Masshine, and others who’ve enjoyed my stories over the years. I’ve enjoyed writing them. And in the end, I’m not getting paid for this stuff, so it must be that I’m doing it just for the attention.

Second, I guess it’s time to put away some of the other psuedonyms I’ve used over the years. I started out as Mac, but then that got too close to home when guys at work started calling me that. Then I took on Mick Powers and quickly got it confused with Rick Powers so I thought, what the heck, why not be three or four people and call it a Company. But I’ve pretty much settled on Rick Powers and the Power Company, so that’s who I am (OMG – I guess that means I’ve come out of the closet – well sort of – okay maybe I’ve opened the closet door just a little …) (Diana tV once wrote me that she hated elipses […] but I can’t help myself … I use them constantly!)

Third, I’ve got to send a shout out to the Mighty One for his Amazon Artifact and Amazing Morphin’ Amazon Cheeleaders (or sumthin’ like that). These stories were some of the first I read lo those many years ago that let me know … I was not alone!!!

And Fourth, no one has made mentoin of Sharon Best (or whatever he’s calling himself these days). The Aurora series – especially when the Bo Derek-type character goes through some growth along with members of her staff – was another of the great first reads I found while surepticiously browsing the ether.

And lastly, thanks to all of you great storytellers who have taken the time to share your dreams and fantasies with us. It makes life a little bit more interesting.

-Rick (really, that’s the name I’ve settled on – at least for the time being)

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