Meteor Woman, Issue #4 (Man to Hot Superheroine TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

Burt may live in a world of superheroes and supervillains, but he’s just a regular burglar trying to support his sickly mother and teenage sister with ill-gotten gains. But when he is hired to help break into a superhero vault facility, Burt accidentally triggers an artefact that gives him the power to turn into Meteor Woman, the superstrong and incredibly busty heroine. Now juggling two lives, Burt tries to stay under the radar even as his super person becomes an increasingly huge sensation.

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Issue 4: Like a Meteor

“Burt? Burt?” I heard a crash. “I - I need to know it’s you, Burt.”

Meteor Woman grimaced. Sally was so damn paranoid about burglars - the news was always rife with images of them being rounded up by Lightning Lass and Signet Lance, the pair who seemed to always be picking them up. Most assumed they were a couple, except now the former man had good knowledge that the Lass’s lightning ‘forked the other way’, as it were. There was a thump as Sally got to her feet, and the new superheroine could hear her mother approaching.

“Damn it, Mom,” she whispered to herself. “You’re not even meant to be out of bed without help!”

“Hello?” the voice came again. “Is - is anyone there?”

The handle began to turn. It was locked, thankfully. But then Meteor Woman remembered that Sally always had a key.

Shit. Oh shit. I’m a woman. A superpowered one. And I’m completely naked and just broke the bathtub of my apartment. What the hell do I do? I need to turn back!

The key was inserted into the lock. It began to turn. Meteor Woman began to panic, hyperventilating. Unfortunately, this had the added effect of causing her large, round breasts to rise and fall on her chest rapidly, wobbling a little.

This stupid body! These stupid giant boobs! What the hell will Mom think of those!?

“Turn me back. I am Burt Conway, not Meteor Woman.”

She closed her eyes and thought of Burt. Of her true male self. The slightly schlubby body, the dark brown hair and brown eyes, so different from the blonde-haired and blue-eyed form she had now. She focused on the slight flab of her gut, and her rather short height that made her look compressed. She even focused on her slightly red-cheeked and red-nosed complexion.

There was a flash, and the door opened, revealing Sally with her walking monitor.

“Is anyone in - Burt! Oh, God! I’m so sorry! What happened?”

Burt had thankfully just managed to cover himself with a towel, but nothing was hiding the overflow from the broken bathtub, or the spill across the floor.

“Sorry Mom!” he quickly said. “The bathtub broke. It was my fault! I, uh, tripped over and fell against it. Conked my head a bit: it was why I didn’t respond.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, it’s not bad.”

“You don’t even have a mark!”

He smirked knowingly. “That’s because I’m indestructible, Ma.”

Sally rolled her eyes. “Good Lord, what do we do about this? There’s water everywhere. I’ll -”

“Go back to bed is what you’ll do, Ma. I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.”

“But what will we do about the money? I -”

“I’ll sort it out, Ma,” he reiterated.

Sally withdrew, perhaps because the situation was admittedly awkward, but Burt could tell she was troubled. Mind, she would have been a lot more troubled if a naked blonde-haired goddess of a woman was suddenly in the room, trying to explain that she was actually Sally’s son. Burt breathed a sigh of relief and patted his round gut.

“Well, that’s a relief. Not that I don’t miss the abs. Or the super strength, even if it causes some . . . issues.”

He sighed, placed his hands on his now thinner hips, and surveyed the damage. It would indeed be expensive to fix, and annoying to clean: in his throes of womanly passion, he had accidentally annihilated sections of the upper bath. Porcelain shards were everywhere.

But holy flying capes, it felt good. Damn, I guess the rumours are true: superheroes really do get super orgasms. And I have to admit, the tits felt nice too. Holy shit they did.

He shook off his thoughts: literally shaking his head in wonderment that he was actually dwelling deep on this. And then he got to work.

It was a damn good thing that Sally hadn’t noticed the silver leotard along with the blue globes, boots, and cape that were nestled up against the side of the bath.

***

At first the plan had just been to get rid of the costume. He did so, in fact. He threw it straight in the trash dispenser outside the apartment building the next day, content in the knowledge that it would be disposed of and he’d never have to put up with being Meteor Woman again, or converse with ‘the Meteor entity’, whatever that thing was that claimed to ‘bless’ him with its power. And while he’d had fun with the power of flight and super strength - a lot of fun, in fact - he still disliked superheroes and their hypocritical claims to protect humanity, all while his mother ailed up in the apartment. And while the temptation to conduct a bit of superpowered crime to get cash was indeed present, he’d always succeeded by going under the radar, not by drawing the attention of the Hero Society. The one time he’d chosen a bigger job he’d ended up working for fucking Hyperion.

So he threw the costume out.

Only to get it back a couple of hours later.

It was Alexis’ fault. She was amused by the bath incident until she realised the costs, and immediately offered to get a job to help fix it.

“You won’t do no such thing,” Burt said at the lunch table. It was a Saturday, so all three were at the table eating his home-made spaghetti, which was pretty damn good by his own estimate. “You’ll focus on your studies. I may just work the oddjobs and night watch gig, but you’re smart kid sister, so I want a good future for you.”

“Agreed,” Sally said, smiling wanly. “Our little future engineer.”

“Exactly,” Burt said. “Now eat up, because you’re too scrawny.”

Alexis just grinned and rolled her eyes. “Always trying to look out for me, that’s Mom’s job.”

“Well, I support your brother,” Sally said. “Besides, he’s been a good caretaker for you. He loves you deeply.”

Alexis acquiesced and began eating. “Did anyone hear the news yesterday? About Meteor Woman?”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Burt murmured, but Sally was interested.

“Is this your new favourite hero, darling?”

“Uh-huh! Check her out: she saved some window washers from, like, a billion floors up the other day. Someone caught it on video, and there’s news reports too. Look!”

She played an uploaded compilation from Youtube that made Burt cringe a little. It was titled Sighting of Superhot New Superheroine Compilation. It already had several million views, and thousands upon thousands of comments. He could imagine what the comments would likely be about, because in the cam footage and more professional reporter footage, he could see just how amazing his alter ego’s body was. His jaw dropped, and he actually got a little hard under the table - an embarrassing thing, given that this was literally him - but it was hard to look past that bombshell body, the toned and fit muscles, the leotard that exposed her thighs all the way up to her hips, and - of course - the enormous swell of cleavage in her large ‘boob window.’

“She’s a little . . . scandalous, isn’t she?” Sally mused.

“Mom, you’re just old-fashioned. She owns her body.”

“Two parts of it in particular, I notice,” Burt joked, more than a little mesmerised.

“Gross, Burt!” she said, but chuckling a little.

“They are . . . rather prominent,” Sally mused, eating her small portion slowly.

“Well, at least she has them,” Alexis said, looking down at herself. “I’m sick of being flat as a board. I wish I had half the body of Meteor Woman. Why aren’t there any curves in our family?”

Burt suddenly coughed, and had to wash the food down. The audio was recorded after the event, and had several news anchors discussing the supposed ‘spark’ this new Meteor Woman showed with their own reporter Ralph Riley, which he denied vehemently. Alexis gave a sound that could only be a ‘squee.’

“She’s already got, like, a love interest!”

“Is that a thing?” Burt asked.

“Yeah, but I was pulling for her to end up with Blue Trident. They’d be such a power couple.”

“Blue Trident is a self-righteous windbag, though I guess he’s a little nicer in person.”

“Oh, you’ve met him, have you?”

Burt blushed. “Well, I met someone who met him.”

“Saved by him, I bet.”

“Actually, she saved him, if you can believe it.”

But Alexis wasn’t listening. She was entranced by Meteor Woman, and already speculating about all her cool powers and whether she’d join the Hero Society, and that made her morose again because she was reminded of the fact that she didn’t get to make it to the Hero Dome. It was all she’d ever wanted, but she hadn’t been able to pay the expense for the excursion: Burt couldn’t spare it due to their mother’s bills.

“I’d love to see it sometime,” she said. “Burt, promise you’ll take me if you get the chance. Please.”

“Of course, kiddo,” he said, kissing his little sister on the cheek. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a delivery job. Don’t worry Ma, it’s just a temp thing. I’m finding better work to help us. Don’t worry about the bath. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve just had a really, really good idea that might just help us.”

He left the apartment building. He had another burglary job that night, another low key job that would score some quick cash they needed. But first he needed to get that costume back.

I can’t let Alexis down. And while Burt Conway doesn’t have a way into the Hero Dome, I know someone who does.

***

Burt didn’t put on the costume for several more days, despite his personal vow to do it again for his sister and mother’s sake. There was a nervousness there, but more than that, there was, frustratingly, an excitement. It had never really left him, even when he’d thrown the costume in the trash. As totally weird and wrong as it felt to be superpowered, and even more so to be a woman (a very womanly one at that), he couldn’t deny the joy that had come from being able to fly, or being indestructible, or possessing the power to laser things with his eyes or use sonic screams or whatever conglomeration of powers he had. Even the super hearing was damn useful.

But all of that also scared him, so for the next few days he laid low, let the buzzing of the news die off in all corners of the internet except for the Superhero Boards and the more horny parts of the web. Okay, so that’s like ninety five percent of it, but still. Instead, he let Blue Trident return to the news, as he helped plug a volcanic eruption in Fiji. Lightning Lass and Signet Lance were doing a superpowered charity event - not for his mother’s illness, he noted - and there was speculation that they were in love (this made Burt snort once again). Killer Kobot and several allied villains were on the loose, and a big battle happened on the outskirts of town to bring him in. It almost made him itch to join in.

Meanwhile, Burt worked his odd jobs, his night security gigs, and engaged in his small time burglary. He focused on the big businesses that could afford the hit, but that meant picking and choosing his jobs. He wasn’t proud of it: in fact, he was more discomfited by his actions than ever. Something about the cheering crowd from when he’d been Meteor Woman stuck with him. They’d actually applauded do-gooding. It should have been naive and sappy, but he found himself thinking back to it often.

Hell, even when they were looking at my chest at least they were looking at me like someone they wanted to know. Especially that Ralph. He seemed like a good guy.

Of course, Alexis spent every day hoping to see a return of her new hero. But in Burt’s estimation, he needed to play his cards right. If he was going to see through this whole secret identity shtick thing, then he needed to be a bit mysterious. He wasn’t ignorant of marketing, and that the secret to building hype was to avoid oversaturation. He even made some accounts online to follow information and speculation about Meteor Woman. He wasn’t the most tech-savvy person, but he pretended to be interested in Alexis’ superhero hobby, and so she helped him set up an account. He didn’t make any posts, but he looked at the Meteor Woman threads. As he expected, there were a lot of boob jokes. A lot of them. A few even made him chuckle quite a bit. Some cosplayer types were annoyed at how hard it would be to ‘fill in’ for her, which made him feel oddly proud for a moment. But true enough, there was that increasing build of excitement around her next appearance.

He decided to wait for a big one.

And on the following Tuesday, it came.

***

Killer Kobot had escaped the battle on the edge of town. The mad scientist had managed to hijack the airwaves from within his adamantine robotic suit’s shell, and was broadcasting from the Daily Star, issuing his demands alongside his various allied villains. Burt recognised Heartstopper and Silent Flame among them. Schools were cancelled, just in case something horrible happened, but the hostages were just the Daily Star staff at the moment. Burt was afraid for Ralph, and knew that the moment had come to put the costume back on.

“I’ve got to head out,” he told his little sister. “I won’t be too long.”

“Burt! You can’t go out now!” Alexis said. “You could get hurt!”

“Just take care of Ma, okay? I promise it’s important. It may help us. Please, just trust me.”

She nodded uneasily, eyes wandering back to the television. Their mother was resting, having no clue what was going on.

“Just come back safe,” she said. He hugged her, ruffled her curly hair.

“I’m always safe,” he said. “I’m stronger than any cape, don’t you worry.”

“You better be.”

He left, making sure Alexis triple-locked the door. The Daily Star building was only a couple of blocks away, after all. Then, Burt up the stairs until he could find a small closet to quickly change in. The costume had separated from him last time, something it hadn’t done when he’d first changed. He wasn’t sure of the significance of that, but perhaps it was because he had rejected it? He focused his thoughts, hoping against hope that he could change once more.

And then he was elsewhere.

***

He was floating above Earth once more.

‘You had rejected the cloak of the Meteor, Burt Conway.’

“There were extenuating circumstances!” he called.

‘You wish to take up the mantle again?’

“I’m not rejecting it! I just have a, uh, day job, okay?”

There seemed to be satisfaction in the tone that followed. ‘There was concern that the blessing had been . . . misplaced. You wish to be Meteor Woman for good?’

“How about just for a trial run? I need to be able to become Burt again, when I need to. But I could, you know, be Meteor Woman - or Man? - for a spell. See if it, well, fits?”

There was a moment of silence. He still wasn’t used to floating in space.

‘This is . . . acceptable. But beware, the power of the Meteor is mighty, and can overwhelm a mortal’s form to become its permanent vessel, as it is meant to be. Each time you change, becoming Burt again will be more difficult. You will have to choose your path eventually, brave heroine. You have the great potential to do good in the world. But we will do our best to aid you in maintaining two forms as long as we can.’

“Good enough for now!” cried Burt, who had little intention of becoming Meteor Woman any longer than his plan to help Alexis and Sally would take to complete.

‘Then fly like the meteor, and make a heroic landing.’

“Damn fucking straight,” Burt said.

***

Meteor Woman shot across the sky. She couldn’t believe how immensely rejuvenating it felt to be so lively, so healthy, so damn fit and powerful. She was already flying with more confidence, her blonde hair and blue cape streaming behind her. She swallowed, readied herself, and then lowered so that she was flying over the crowd of onlookers gathering in the streets below. A battle between the Hero Society and Kobot and his minions had already started within and on top of the building.

Time to make a big damn hero entrance, she thought. Not something she was used to, given her night burglary, but sometimes you needed to make a big presence on the radar instead of flying under it. Numerous figures in the crowd pointed up at her, shouting exclamations of surprise, joy, and yes, a couple of crude remarks. She caught them all with her super hearing.

“Is that a bird? A plane?”

“Put your glasses on Steve, you moron, it’s Meteor Woman!”

“It’s the new hero!”

“Goddamn, she’s gorgeous!”

“Date me!”

“Kick their asses, Meteor Woman!”

She smiled, unable to help herself. “I aim to!” she shouted, and then flew up the building, hugging close to its side. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on what was happening. Blue Trident and Flame Dancer were flying about on waves of water and flame, engaged in Silent Flame and Heartstopper and several robotic minions. Tendrils of gross flesh erupted from Heartstopper, seizing what looked like Clockstopper, preventing his time stop ability. Polymorph was a giant eagle, but being overwhelmed by robots. The heroes were winning, but not fast enough. A hostage situation was precarious, after all, and Kobot must still be in the building.

He’s in the editor’s room, she thought. It wasn’t a brilliant revelation: a new superpower had activated automatically, the power of X-Ray Vision. She could see the robotic suit of the mad scientist before a group of reporters and editors, holding them in. Ralph Riley was among them.

“You’re not getting him,” she declared. She shot up into the air. She shot several lasers from her eyes, destroying the robots on Polymorph’s form and freeing the eagle’s actions. It squawked in thanks. Next, she shot through the tendrils that were holding Clockstopper, severing them.

“Meteor Woman!” Blue Trident exclaimed. “Good to have you! Watch out for-”

Several swords made of living darkness slammed into her. They failed to pierce her skin, but they smashed her against the roof of the building, penning her in with jagged hit after hit after hit. Several scraped her skin enough to draw a little blood, though it was nothing serious. The former male screamed, but the sonic yell made no difference, and for a moment she didn’t know what to do.

Thankfully Flame Dancer saved her. She surfed through and grabbed her hand, pulling her free while Trident distracted Silent Flame.

“I hate that guy!” she said, smirking. “He doesn’t even do a flame shtick like I do. What a dumb name. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Meteor Woman said. “Th-thanks. I’m not . . . still getting used to this.”

Flame Dancer pulled her aside just in time to avoid more fleshy organic tendrils from Heartstopper. “Trust me, you never get used to it. We managed to draw these guys out. Kobot knows we’re here, but the hostages -”

“I got it,” Meteor Woman said. “He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Exactly.”

Blue Trident soared past on a generated wave, blocking Meteor Woman from view of the villains. “Use this moment!” he called. “We think he’s in-”

“I know where he is!” she said. Then, without any more time, she punched the ground, and flew into the building, smashing through several stories where people had been evacuated.

She landed right on Killer Kobot. He had several powerful looking devices around the room, all of them set to go off by the looks of it. But she was faster than any of his tricks.  It was like being on speed, with none of the drawbacks. She whirled about the room, taking advantage of the surprise to grab each and every one and throw them up through the hole she’d just created in mere seconds: right into the back of Heartstopper, who yelped at the resulting explosion. Kobot rose, but she lasered off one of his weapons and punched him through a wall. Then, she grabbed hostage after hostage and took them to safety across the floor. She didn’t have time to be too careful: a few men and women got very, very lucky and ended up with a faceful of cleavage or a squeeze of sideboob as she pressed them against her.

Killer Kobot rose.

‘Who the hell are you, big tits?’ his electronic voice screeched. His suit of armour was buzzing with electricity, already heavily damaged. Hyperion, he was not. He made a couple of attacks against her, several of which hit. She yelled as one blasted her back through a wall, scratching a leg and a cheek. But both were superficial: her skin was like diamonds. She came at him with a fury, dismantling his suit with her laser vision, with her punches, and by wrenching the metal apart until the old, shrivelled scientist within was cowering at the sight of her.

“I’m Meteor Woman,” she said, and she actually felt damn fucking proud to be saying it. It was as if she’d been a meteor during the previous action, crashing through every obstacle at lightning speed.  “And you, my friend, are going lights out.”

She extended a finger out and flicked him in the head. It was enough to knock him out. He deserved it. Big tits, huh? Not wrong, but not original either, dummy. She quickly flew to the hostages across the room. The battle on top was winding down: she could hear Silent Flame go down. In a moment she would help, but innocents mattered first. I’m becoming a real bland hero type, God. If only Alexis could know it was me.

They were all fine, though a few were crying.

“Um, you’re all safe now, I promise,” she said weakly. “Sorry, I’m new to this superhero thing. Are you all okay?”

“We’ll be fine, thanks to you, Meteor Woman,” came a familiar voice. She turned to see the familiar dark hair, cute glasses, and spit curl of Ralph Riley. Despite his flustered appearance, and a nasty bruise on his left cheek, he already had his recorder in hand.

“Ralph!” she said, a little more excitedly than she intended. She moved to him and extended a hand to check his bruise, only to pull it back when she realised what she was doing.

“I mean, uh, Mr Riley. Reporter. Are you okay?”

He gave a smirk. “Just fine. All in a day for a reporter, though usually I’m out in the field. Does this mean you’ll give me that exclusive interview?”

She couldn’t help but grin. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, and once again had the accidental effect of emphasising them. They strained against the silver fabric of her leotard. Ralph was looking her dead in the eye, though the other rescued male hostages - and a few female ones - were obviously gazing at her chest, though one was looking at her thighs instead. Great, I attract the ‘leg guys’, too.

“Fine,” she said, sighing. “One interview.”

“Tonight?”

“I’ve got a thing. One week from now I’m free, how about that?”

“Excellent. How will I get in touch with you?”

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, trying not to bump him with her chest. Thankfully, she had the greater height. “On top of the building. Seven.”

He smirked as she pulled back. “Got it.”

She placed her hands on her hips, trying to assume a classically heroic pose. “Now, uh, stay safe, citizens. I have to see the rest of the Hero Society.”

She flew up, and saw that the villains were mopped up. Blue Trident was there, grinning, and Lightning Lass was further away, biting her lip.

“So fucking hot,” she whispered to herself. “I didn’t even notice the thighs the first time. Signet, how did I not notice the thighs?”

“Calm yourself women.”

Meteor Woman tried not to laugh. Instead, she walked to Blue Trident and Flame Dancer, the leaders of the Society. Trident had less will than Ralph: he peaked at her cleavage, though only for a moment since Flame Dancer elbowed him pointedly.

“Eyes up, stupid,” the heroine teased.

“Thanks,” Meteor Woman said.

“Trust me, I get it. Though your costume . . .”

“Not my choice. It’s a whole thing I can’t get into. Look, Blue Trident, I just wanted to say I want to accept. I’d like to . . . maybe not join up. But maybe get a sense of the Hero Society. If, uh, the offer still stands.”

Blue Trident extended a hand. “It does. On a trial membership, obviously.  We can’t let you have full access to the Hero Dome until you’re a full member of the Society, but you can have visitor access that’s a few grades above the tourist setting.”

“Well, that works for me,” she said, hoping to sound eager. “Thanks again for the offer.”

“Thanks for helping us, once again. You’re turning out to be quite the super.”

She tried to avoid blushing, and reflexively made a show of flexing a strong bicep. “We’ll, I’ve got the superpowers for it, right?”

“Oh my God Signet, she’s buff, tough, and busty. I’m seriously going to die.”

“Lightning Lass, a warrior must keep his or her cool!”

“But - but boobs!”

Meteor Woman ignored this banter, simply smirking out the side of her mouth. She looked at Lightning Lass, whose own two-piece costume showed off a very lovely midriff. Well, turns out I am bi in this alter-ego. That’s good, I guess? I love her white hair.

She gathered her senses and shook Trident’s hand.

“I guess I’ll come visit in a few days, then.”

“Can we expect to see you around?” Trident said, and Flame Dancer nudged him. He was a bit too eager.

Meteor Woman grinned, placed her hands on her hips in a way that felt quite superheroic, and oddly natural. She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Count on it,” she said, and she winked at him.

Then she took off into the sky.

“You are hopeless,” she heard Flame Dancer saying to Blue Trident. “We don’t know anything about her!”

“I have a good sense of character, Flame. I think she’s a good person.”

“She’s hiding something.”

“Maybe. But I trust her.”

Then their conversation disappeared from her hearing, and she continued to soar. It felt fantastic.

To Be Continued . . .