Supergirl Becomes Superslut, Pt1 (f, mast)

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. Mytzlplyx. 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 that 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 mezmerized 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.

      To Be Continued....
      In part two, Kara discovers the gem. If something that small can have
that kind of effect. What would happen if she encountered a dildo made of the
same material.


Feel free to let me know what you think. This is my first attempt at posting a
story.