As Mark moved closer to Superman his with his arm back and his fist raised, a flash of blue zoomed across his head.
The force of the blow barely affected Mark, but he stopped his advancement. Mark and Superman both turned to see who or what had interceded. Twenty feet away stood Supergirl, her cape and hair still flittering against the vortex she had created. She was also shaking her fist as the punch to Mark’s chin had caused her more pain than it had him.
“Leave my cousin alone!”
Mark smirked. Supergirl? This was even better. He could defeat both of them now and cause Superman even more distress. Superman was not as receptive.
“Supergirl. Not now. You need to get away.”
Supergirl grunted. Typical. He clearly needs help, but doesn’t want it from a “girl”. Even if it is from the most powerful girl in the universe. Well to hell with him.
“I’m not going anywhere!”
Her healing factor was working even faster than she remembered. Her injured hand was already recovered and she felt…. Stronger? It must just be the adrenaline.
Mark looked over at Supergirl with a bit of lust and then shot Superman a jab to his nose that jerked his head back and caused blood to flow. Superman grunted and fell back on his behind, dazed and nearly out. Supergirl grit her teeth as Mark chuckled.
“Super GIRL huh? I’m kicking Super MAN’s ass and you think you can do something about it?”
Supergirl let out a determined breath and moved forward quickly again, this time unleashing a punch to Mark’s stomach. Mark saw it coming and made no move to get out of the way. This time a definitive ‘CRACK’ was heard as his abs were currently stronger than she could handle. Supergirl yelped in pain and stumbled back. Mark reached his arm out and gave Supergirl a shove, sending her tumbling away. He laughed mockingly.
“Ha! That was funny. You really think you can take me little girl?”
Supergirl sat up quickly, shooting daggers toward Mark. The fact that her broken wrist had already healed and that she already felt even stronger was placed in the back of her head for the moment. Her eyes turned red and she let loose her heat vision. Mark narrowed his eyes from the brightness, but once again chose not to get out of the way. Her heat vision burned hot though and even his advanced clothing started to singe and smolder. After 10 seconds, Supergirl’s eyes dried a bit and she blinked to clear her vision. Mark sniffed and pulled his charred jacket off and tossed it to the ground. He padded out the small fires on his pants.
“Pathetic. You’ll pay for ruining my jacket. Now let me show you how it’s done.”
Mark’s eyes turned red and his 10 time Superman enhanced heat vision blasted right at Supergirl. She turned her head and screamed as the intense heat washed over her. He focused on her boots and they were soon ablaze. Supergirl turned on her back and kicked them off. He moved toward her skirt and that too was soon on fire and she painfully reached down to rip that off too. He moved the heat vision up toward the S on her chest. Her top started smoldering, but she turned around and her cape started on fire instead. Mark grunted, disappointed that she had turned away, and stopped his heat vision. Supergirl tossed off the cape and to his amazement stood back up to face him. Something was off.
Supergirl for her part was amazed that she had not only survived, but recovered nearly immediately. But it was more than that, she felt a continuous surge of power course through her body as she patted out the last of the fire on her top, ignoring the holes he had created. And for the first time they both discovered that her body was transforming. The girlish figure was changing. Her completely bare legs were now gymnastic fit, if not more, with sexy curves, but substantial muscle. Her tight abs sported a solid, nicely separated six pack. Those narrow abs curved outward toward an impressively wide and muscular back, while her chest pushed forward with a muscular set of pecs. Supergirl’s arms showcased bulges and curves never seen before on her slight figure. And her entire body appeared to be pulsing with continued muscle growth as she felt her strength apparently increasing. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but her confidence, moments ago nearly shattered, was growing as well.
“Is that the best you’ve got? Think it’s funny trying to strip off my clothes you pervert?”
Mark grunted. He did. He could look through her top if he wanted, but wanted to embarrass her. Superman was struggling to recover, but was still seeing stars. Supergirl shot him a glance, but felt it was for the best to keep this young man focused on her seeing as she seemed to be growing in more ways than one. Mark was a bit frustrated, but not worried. He was chalking it up as an adrenaline rush and decided to give her a real taste of his power.
As Mark moved forward quickly, Supergirl’s eyes widened as she struggled to keep up and barely had a chance to flex her abs as Mark shot a hard punch to her midsection. She doubled over with a loud WOOF and he connected to the side of her head with another hard punch that knocked her to the side. But somehow she didn’t go down. In fact she barely stumbled away. The pain in her abs and ringing in her head stopped almost immediately. Gritting her teeth she stood back up to face him again.
“What’s the matter? Holding back because I’m a girl?”
Mark stopped and blinked for a moment. He WASN’T. She should have been knocked out, or at least knocked to the ground. He hadn’t hit Superman that hard and he was still barely awake. What was going on?
Supergirl stood by to pool her strength as Mark hesitated for a moment. Her muscles continued to expand across her slender frame and were now on par with a competitive female bodybuilder. Those once non-descript legs now sported bulging cow heart shaped calves and a defined set of quads that pushed out with incredible thickness and definition. Her abs were now easily an 8 pack and pulsed with increasing strength and hardness. Supergirl’s top was stretching audibly around her surging torso as her lats spread wider and her pecs continued to push forward, showcasing multiplying striations. With her fists now on her narrow hips, Supergirl’s shoulders broadened and pushed upward, her biceps bulged up toward the size of softballs, pushing her sleeve upward and her triceps pushed out three inches thick, detailed and defined. She never looked more intimidating and she never felt more powerful.
Mark was confused further, but didn’t want to wait to see where this was headed. He lunged forward to punch her in the nose, but to his amazement, Supergirl stepped back and knocked his arm away to the side, nearly falling down in the process. As Mark righted himself, Supergirl quickly did the same. He followed with another hard punch, but he was shocked to his core when Supergirl reached out and caught his punch with a thunderous crack as all of Mark’s power was blunted. The resulting shock wave blew dust and debris for hundreds of feet. Mark grunted, and when he tried to pull his arm back, he found he couldn’t!
Supergirl now grinned knowingly as her muscles continued to pulse and her strength continued to ramp upward. She then began to squeeze down on Mark’s fist and his bones started to crack under her unyielding pressure. He yelped and reached out with his other hand to pry his damaged fist away. Supergirl’s eyes lit up with delight. Whatever was happening to her wasn’t done yet. She was continuing to grow ever stronger. He jerked her arm forward a few inches, but now, even with both of his arms against her one, she was holding firm.
“Who’s the little girl now?”
She squeezed down harder and felt more satisfying crunches as she broke more bones in his hand. Mark fell to his knee and looked at the ground in pain. Supergirl smiled evilly and released her grip. Mark let out a relieved breath and looked up at the once overmatched teenage girl. Her smile was telling. It was the smile that his sister would give him when she knew she were right about something or had beaten him at a game. Supergirl pulled up her right arm and looked over toward it with a satisfying smirk.
“You think you can deal with THIS little man?”
She tensed her fist and her arm nearly exploded with muscle, tearing the sleeve up to her bulging shoulder as her tricep dipped low with the size of half a volleyball and her bicep blasted up into a mountain of muscle the size of a FULL volleyball! And as she held her flex, the bicep split widened and her back bicep pushed up a peak that quickly reached the top of her fist! One hundred times the strength and power of Superman now flowed through her veins and pounded in her hyper developed muscles. She was ten times as strong as Mark and growing more powerful by the moment.
Wendy was enjoying every minute of what she was seeing. To see Supergirl large and in charge was turning her on to no end. It was delightful to see the tables turned on Mark.
The next event caused Wendy to smile as…
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