Meteor Woman, Issue #13 (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 13: Beatdown

Meteor Woman looked over herself and smirked. She couldn’t see her toes, once more. Maybe she never would again while standing! And yet . . .

God, it feels fucking good to have my tits back. Can’t believe I ever missed ‘em, but yeah, they’re back. And the superstrength too.

“Thanks, Meteor,” she said.

‘This may just be temporary. But lives are at stake.’

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking,” she said. She floated into the air, once more able to fly with practised ease. Her cape fluttered behind her, and she did her best to adopt a classically heroic pose, hands on her wide, powerful hips, chest thrust out. Too bad Ralph’s camera man had run off: the Channel 13 news chopper would be the one getting the real money shot as it circled above: Meteor Woman in all her busty glory standing alone against the great mecha.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true: Blue Trident’s constructs were still battling it, and she could see the man himself in the distance, grappling with several villains who were pulling him away from the centrestage battle. No, this was just between her and the man who had started it all. She used her X-ray vision to search deep into the hulking frame of the expanding robot and saw the sheer intricacy of the machinery within. There, in the centre, was a humanoid figure connected to the circuitry through numerous cables that were grotesquely implanted into his body. Like a child in a womb, he floated within.

‘GIVE ME THE CAPE, METEOR WOMAN,’ the figure boomed. ‘IT IS MINE. DO THIS, AND I WILL LET THE CITY LIVE.’

“And what will you do then, Hyperion? Go into retirement? We both know why you want the cape! You want more power, and you don’t want to have to rely on big clunky mechs and cannons that can be broken. If I give you the cape, you never have to worry about all your precious power being taken again. Asshole.”

The mech rose, its gears grinding, parts reshifting.

‘I AM USUALLY A PATIENT MAN, METEOR WOMAN, BUT TIME RUNS SHORT. YOUR ALLIES ARE SUFFERING, YOUR CITY IS FALLING TO ITS KNEES. YOU CAN TRY TO STOP ME LATER, BUT IF YOU OPPOSE ME NOW, I WILL BRING DOWN EVERY BUILDING AROUND ME. THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE IN THEM.’

He wasn’t wrong. There was no way to evacuate everyone quickly. No way to get them all out. She turned in the air briefly, taking in where some of the citizens were, trying to figure out how to save them.

And that was her first mistake, because suddenly Hyperion’s cannons fired, and she was rocketed across several blocks of the city by the full power of his weaponry.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” she cried, bouncing across the pavement. She got to her feet, shocked at how painful the experience had been. “Goddamn big tits are back and I can’t even use ‘em as airbags!”

The cannons fired again, but this time she was quicker, moving with lightning speed up into the air so that he had to shoot up rather than across the city. She darted overhead, but was unable to hide behind buildings: Hyperion was more than happy to target them.

‘THE CAPE, METEOR WOMAN. NOW!’

I need to get him out of the city, Kara thought. Where are the other heroes?

She managed to hear a few with her increased senses. They were brawling with the Apocalypse Order and slowly winning, but it was a hard going fight. She needed their help, if they would even trust her.

“Goddamn it, why did I have to break into the Hero Dome? Damn stupid, Kara.”

It occurred to her that she was already thinking of herself as Kara again. Perhaps it was selfish, but in embracing the power once more she was already fearing the loss of it to Hyperion: this was her.

‘YOU HAVE TWELVE SECONDS TO COMPLY!’ the mech boomed.

“That’s more than enough time!” she yelled. She dodged another ion blast, then a shot from the grill of the beast. A small part of it scorched her, and sure enough she felt a momentary weakening as it drained some of her batteries. The mech reinforced, expanding as it reorganised that energy . . . but not as much as it had for the other heroes.

I’m more resistant to that jackass’ tech. Not immune, but I’m not as affected. No wonder that piece of shit wants the power of the Meteor. Fucker.

She soared down, dodging more blasts and more cannons. Floating weapons of strange lattice-like crystal structures formed into being, firing laser-like effects that bloomed into intricate energy nets to capture her. She swatted them aside or punched through them or simply manoeuvred around them. Her senses were heightened once more, and she was aware of every part of her surroundings, every part of her perfect feminine body in its superheroic pose.

“My turn,” she said. Her eyes glowed, and she fired her own lasers from her vision in a wide sweep, detonating numerous turrets and the bigger ion cannons by the mechs shoulders. The grill glowed that sickly green, and she was forced to stall her descent. The mech spewed radioactive-looking flame against a nearby skyscraper. With horror, she changed course and swung into the side of the building, the world moving in slow motion. Five people, caught in mid-scream. She grabbed each one of them, holding them to her as best as she could - the businessman would probably be quite happy to find his face in his cleavage once he recovered. She got them to the ground and deposited them, only to be hit by another blast just as she shooed them away.

“Meteor Woman, run!” one of them called.

“C-can’t! Gotta keep you safe!” she replied, taking to the air again.

She launched at Hyperion, intent on dislodging him, but the carapace was too strong for her laser vision unless she had more time to melt it. Like the opening of that Star Wars movie Alexis loves, or whatever, she thought.

So she opted for the more direct approach: she slammed into the side of the mecha with the full force of her strength and kept on pushing. The armour buckled, but resisted her ability to punch through. So instead she kept on punching the entire thing back across the city block, toppling it over dramatically along the path it had come.

“Sorry, Central Park!” she exclaimed as she careened it into the lake. “But you’re the closest thing to a safe zone right now!”

Hyperion’s massive suit smashed upon the greenery and the lake, causing miniature tidal waves to erupt, but Meteor Woman was already moving while it was disoriented. She burst across the sky, summoning all of her returned power.

Jesus, I really did commit to this. This could be me now, forever.

It was exciting. It was terrifying and daunting. But some part of it felt right too: a worthy sacrifice if it meant doing the right thing.

She caught up quickly to Blue Trident and Ice Shard, both pitted against Knight Crier and some other Apocalypse villains she had no damn time to try and bother recognising. They were running interference for Hyperion, clearly, maybe they’d cut a deal with the asshole or something. Either way, she was happy to help take them down.

“Trident!” she called. “Ice! Get down!”

They looked up, and for a moment she saw the confusion and concern on their faces - they knew she’d broken into the Hero Dome. Word had gotten to them. Still, she surged forth and collided with Knight Crier, shattering part of his help and tossing him against a building in a manner that perhaps caused a bit too much collateral damage.

“Meteor Woman, what are you doing here?” Blue Trident said. He batted aside a lunging thrust of an ethereal spear from his enemy, while Ice Shard froze several summoned robotic goons from Warblax or whatever the fuck his name was: Kara didn’t really have time to learn the catalogue by that point.

“I’m here to help!” she said.

“You’re a traitor,” Ice Shard snapped. “We’ve gotten word from Flame Dancer. She’s injured thanks to you.”

A spike of fear shot up Meteor Woman’s spine.

“Is she okay?”

Ice Shard blasted another horde while Kara used her sonic scream to shatter another piece of the advancing Knight Crier’s armour.

“She’s got fucking broken ribs, thanks to you, and a broken arm. What the hell were you doing? I should ice you right now.”

“You should,” Kara said, though the two combined their forces to knock away the last villain while Trident finished off his. “But not yet. We still have Hyperion. He wants me.”

It was the lead hero who turned to Kara at that point, examining her. It wounded her heart to see the betrayal on his features, after all the trust he’d put in her.

“Why?” he said.

Something about being a woman made her more receptive to such an emotional state, and she couldn’t help herself: she had to wipe some tears from her eyes as they began to well up.

“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “I can’t explain it all. I’m not - I wasn’t always Meteor Woman. I tried to steal some things for the Hero Dome. Someone I care very much for is dying, and I thought if I could make some money . . . it wasn’t right, and now I’ve fucked everything up. But that,” she indicated to the recovering mech, which was scanning the area and beginning to march to their position, “is hurting a lot more people. You can put me in prison after this. I won’t fight. I’ll tell you everything, and the mantle of the Meteor can go to someone who actually fucking deserves it. I’ve already stuck myself in this body for life just by taking it on again, and I deserve that too. But please, I need your help. If I can get to the centre of that mech, I can get Hyperion. But only I can distract him while you break part of the shell, then I can swoop in. Please, trust me.”

Ice Shard folded her arms. “Why should we, big tits? You’ve already turned on us once. Flame Dancer is my best friend.”

Kara swallowed. “Please. Trident, you put your trust in me, and I took advantage of that. I won’t again. Ever. When you gave me the chance to be a hero, it meant so much to me. Please. My little sister is out there. My Mom. They’re in danger.”

Blue Trident nodded slowly. His disappointment was still clear, but the man was nothing if not the classical hero. He looked her in the eyes, and despite her likely being a little taller than him, she felt small.

“Very well, Meteor Woman,” he said in his booming voice. “We’ll sort this out later. For now, I choose to trust you.”

“But Trident, we-”

“Ice, we don’t have many reserves left. I’ll take what help we can get.”

“Thank you,” Kara said. “There’s a weak point along the back, but it’ll take too long to crack. If we can make our attacks look uncoordinated, like you’re trying to distract him and prevent him from getting me, when it’s the other way around, I may be able to do something. But we have to act quickly.”

To her shock, Trident placed a sudden hand on her shoulder and smiled.

“I might still be right, you know. You might still have the heart of the hero.”

Wow. Holy shit. He actually really thinks that - annnnnnd he’s peaking at my tits. Better get used to that for the rest of your life, Kara.

He noticed her noticing his noticing, and he blushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean, er-”

“It’s okay,” she laughed. “They’re, er, quite prominent.”

Ice Shard scoffed.

“Don’t be jealous,” Kara said, then took off into the air to face Hyperion, once again adopting her heroic pose. Behind her she could hear Ice Shard complain.

“I swear, she is an absolute bitch. Don’t even think about trying to date her, Trident. We are putting her away after this. She can hide those tits away in an orange uniform.”

“We’ll see what Flame Dancer says about all this first. And I was not looking at - it was about her heart!”

“Sure, sure. And I’m sure you were just admiring her cape and not her a-”

“Let’s just enact the plan! Delta-one.”

“Fine. Got it.”

Kara rolled her eyes at the exchange. There was no getting around what she’d done, but she was rapidly becoming aware that even if she did get to keep her powers, this was just a taste of what she’d have to deal with for a long time. It’s not like the costume doesn’t show off the goods, after all. God, they’ll probably have merchandise of me. Little action dolls and shit. Wait, will I be a hero or villainess? Shit, this is complicated. Alexis would have a better idea than me.

The thought of her sister and mother allowed her to refocus as she approached the mecha. It rose from the lake of Central Park, weapons reforging, as well as large scything glades along its knuckles which shot forth to shred her. She caught one and threw it right back.

“You’re going down Hyperion!” she called.

That was lame. I need to work on - SHIT!

A cannon burst took her, followed by a grill blast. She briefly lost control of her left arm, nearly collided with a building across the road from the park, and regained herself just in time to pull a civilian to safety as a wide energy beam lanced across its rooftop. She hurried the person away before launching back into action, and then the dance began. She needed to keep Hyperion’s attention on her while also making it appear as if she didn’t want him to, so she excised the ‘witty’ banter in favour of letting the crazed villain rant.

‘POOR PATHETIC METEOR WOMAN. I WISH I HAD LEARNED YOUR IDENTITY WHEN YOU WERE SIMPLY CODENAME ‘KING.’ THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN FAR EASIER, YOU KNOW. DO YOUR ALLIES KNOW THAT YOU WERE ONCE A MAN, HMM?’

Kara’s gut clenched. Shit. He figured some things out. And just in time for Trident and Ice to appear on scene. Goddamnit.

She proceeded to fire off several lasers and pound away at the outer shell, tipping the mech back. This time it grew a rocket booster and pushed her instead, slamming her against a treeline and skidding her across the ground.

‘I DON’T IMAGINE THEY KNOW YOU WERE A HUMBLE CAT BURGLAR. A COMMON PETTY THIEF. HOW THE POWER OF THE METEOR EVER FOUND YOU WORTHY IS A JOKE, BUT MY TECHNOLOGY WILL BYPASS ANY MEASURE OF ‘WORTHINESS.’ I WILL PEEL YOUR CORPSE OF THE WOMANFLESH FOISTED UPON YOU AND THEN SEIZE THE CAPE FOR MY OWN. STILL, HOW AMUSING TO THINK YOU HAVE HAD TO MASQUERADE AS THIS BIMBO-LIKE FIGURE ALL THIS TIME? HAVE YOU BEEN ENJOYING IT?’

Kara roared. She tried a different tactic, surging underground through the dirt, tunnelling rapidly until she launched out from underneath the mech and tore away at some plating.

“Actually, I did fucking enjoy bits of it!” she yelled. “Even if the costume is way too damn revealing! Even if these boobs are way too big! And even if the internet has a fucking field day over me, I actually have enjoyed it, and I’m certainly not going to let you get away with taking this power, even if I don’t deserve it!”

It was a mistake, because the grill fired in her face, spewing forth green flames from the face of the mecha. She screamed in agony as her power drained, and it was only by letting off a quick sonic scream that she could redirect the energy drain and escape.

‘HOW FASCINATING. WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS. THE VILLAIN CREATES HIS OWN HERO. IT FEELS ODDLY APPROPRIATE, METEOR WOMAN. BUT YOUR FRIENDS WILL NOT DISTRACT ME. MY ONLY GOAL IS YOU, THEN THIS CITY.”

More cannons, more scythes, more weapons. She was getting less effective at dodging them, even as Ice Shard and Trident worked a disorganised-but-secretly-organised campaign to tear at the rear plating. Several other heroes were rallying to join them, including Polymorph. Lightning Lass was arriving on the scene as well, albeit still injured.

“Fuck yeah, told you she was a hero. A hot hero. Lucky reporter.”

Kara had to smile at that, but couldn’t be too distracted. Hyperion was in full rant mode, and that was good: he thought he was winning. Which wasn’t far from the truth unless she started dodging his lasers better and getting some hits in.

THE MANTLE WILL BE MINE SOON, METEOR WOMAN. AND REST ASSURED, I WON’T END UP WITH SUCH A JOKE OF A BODY. MINE WILL BE PERFECT.’

Kara sneered. The absolute temerity of this fucker. My sister has a poster of me up on her wall!

She soared up into the air and came down hard upon the mechsuit, smashing it with her fists and tearing huge pieces of steel away.

“My body is perfect!” she roared. “It’s the rest of me that needs some work, but I’m getting there, starting with taking you down!”

‘YOU DIE NOW, METEOR WOMAN.’

The grill rose to meet her, and there was no dodging it this time. She braced herself for the pain, but there was a sudden cacophony from the rear of the mech. Trident’s constructs had been empowered with Ice Shard’s frosty powers, and had managed to pry apart the weak spot at the lower spine. Lightning Lass was melting the melting, preventing it from resealing, while Polymorph had become a giant ape, climbing into the hole and forcing it yet wider. They were in.

‘WHAT!?’

“Now, Meteor Woman!” Trident called.

Kara said nothing. There was no time for a pithy phrase or heroic statement. Hyperion reeled about, turning all weapons on the remaining heroes, but she used the last of her superspeed to rocket around to the hole created in the mech and shoot through. Ice Shard, for all of her distrust, froze the innards of the machine, and hundreds of interior defences shattered. Meteor Woman moved like Lass’s lightning, right to the core, her laser vision carving the last of the path to the womb of the machine. Its control centre. She smashed through, and there was Hyperion, his paltry body connected by dozens of cables. He twisted, staring at her with panic and alarm. A powerful shield rose up to defend him, while her fists beat against it.

“Fuck!” she said.

“That’s right,” he replied on the other side, suspended by the cables. “Even you can’t hurt me here.”

The hole was sealing up in the back, trapping her within.

“And now I have you exactly where I want you. Now the cape is mine. The power is mine. And you will be nothing.”

Numerous mechanical arms reached out to grab her body, some in places she definitely did not appreciate.

“Hey, creep! Watch where the hands go, asshole.”

“My, my, you have taken to being a woman. Very comedic. To think this might be your form forever, once I take the cape. Or perhaps you will be the man you were. I wonder which is sadder? Either way, I will end you, and all those you love, just for defying me.”

More arms, more clamps, more control over her body, the one thing she had finally gained acceptance of. It was a cruel mockery of her journey. Kara closed her eyes, trying to focus her power and figure out what to do, when suddenly -

***

- she was standing on the Meteor, floating above the Earth and looking down upon it.

“Send me back!” she cried to the Power. “Please! I’ll find a way to stop him. You have to believe me. My mother, my sister - everyone in Metropole and Cornwall are in danger!”

The voice echoed throughout this strange plane.

‘I know. You have proved yourself most valiant after your mistake, Kara. This is your true name now isn’t it? Kara?’

Kara swallowed. She ran her hands down her form, which was still very female. It would still take some getting used to, but there was no denying that one some level . . .

“Yes,” she admitted. “I - think it is. I want it to be.”

‘I can sense it so. Perhaps the power of the Meteor is not beyond you yet.’

“But Hyperion will take it away. He needs to be stopped. Look, I don’t care if I go to prison, or if I’m stuck as a woman - I guess I sort of feel like a woman these days anyway - or if my identity gets out, or whatever. But he needs to be stopped. I need to save the day here.”’

The power thrummed. Beneath, the Earth was so small, and yet so vast. She wanted to soar down to it and take action, but the Power was clearly deliberating on something. The Meteor itself was making a decision.

‘There is one final power for you to unlock,’ it finally said in that woman-like voice. ‘I will grant it to you. You must use it wisely Kara, if you are to remain a heroine of legend.’

“I - remain??’

‘Yes. You made a terrible choice, and did harm, but like a true hero you seek atonement and justice, and hold yourself to a higher standard in doing so. I knew I chose well in giving you this power. You do indeed have the heart of a hero. And I know that heart is also spoken for.’

She blushed. “We don’t have to talk about this now.”

‘Very well, Kara. But think on the matters of the heart as you summon this power. You will know what to do. Go out there, and be the hero. Embrace it. Live it. Take it as your destiny, for life. Can you do this?’

Surprisingly, there was no hesitation this time.

“Fuck yeah, I will,” she said, and this time she jumped, leaping down to Earth before the Meteor could even send her there.

***

The arms were all around her. The cape was being pulled from her neck, and her head feeling like it was about to be severed with it. But the pain was distant, because Kara was suddenly glowing, her skin looking like it was on fire. Like a meteor descending upon the earth and burning through the atmosphere. Several of the arms began to melt off of her, while others grew to try and restrain her again. But it was too late: she tore them away as the power welled up within her. Hyperion - the frail man, not the machine - looked at her with horror.

“Impossible. This is impossible. You can’t do this! The cape is mine! I will claim the power of the Meteor!”

Kara brought her hands together, shredding two more mechanical arms, and summoned the power of the meteor within her hands: a literal manifestation of a glowing hot rock forming like molten metal in her hands.

“You want the Meteor, dickhead?” she said. “Then have it.”

And then, like a basketball player passing the ball casually to a teammate, she tossed it through the shield. It smashed through easily, melting through the mecha and carving a path out of the machine. Kara grabbed Hyperion, ripping away his sockets and chords of control. He screamed in fury, all outward appearances of the calm manipulator vanished. She carried him out as the mech began to explode around them, and emerged out into the light just as it all went off.

Holy fuck, that was incredible.

The team below worked to contain the blast, Ice Shard especially, but the main threat was over. Meteor Woman carried the frenzied man who was pathetically clinging to her as if he were afraid of heights. She soared past the Channel 13 news chopper and couldn’t help herself: she gave them a wave. No doubt the cameraman got the money shot. She’d have to make sure that Ralph got a better one later . . . in private. If she got the chance.

She landed down among the heroes and threw Hyperion to the ground before them.

“It’s done,” she said. “Let’s get this asshole to prison. And me too.”

To Be Continued . . .