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Master PC - Fanfiction
Commissioned by The Penguin
Written by HarmonyMotion with AU Goose
Edited by Au Goose

Chapter 1A - Amelia Woodward Starts a Fanfic

Amelia lay in bed at 2:14 AM, staring at the ghostly glow of her phone. She had the afternoon shift at Talkin’ Tees, so she was content to stay up and read fan stories of her favorite subject: comic book superheroines.

She had just finished leafing through the full graphic novel of Venom Vixen, a special release replete with the villainess femme fatale’s retconned backstory. But as always, the authors glossed over the spicy stuff, even though this one was rated for adults. Come on!

Not to mention the Venom Vixen always lost, after demonstrating her power over men. No matter how often she got the upper hand over the world of goody-two-shoes, flawless superheroes, she never exerted her will, never really twisted the knife and finalized her victory. It was so frustrating!

So the oft-used graphic novel lay by her bedside, along with a bunch of other comic books. Amelia checked her favorite sites, looking for updates to her favorite erotica fanfictions. Nothing, as usual. When would Victorious Venom Vixen actually update?! It was the longest-running one, but its author VixenFan was so erratic!

Besides, Amelia would have done things differently. Maybe... maybe she should write a fanfic of her own! Exactly to her personal tastes. She’d keep it up to date, write every day, get tons of followers and comments... yeah! Why not? How hard could it be? This was a fantastic 2:00 AM idea!

With a huff of resolve, Amelia found a burst of energy as she frantically began typing away on her phone. Sleep could come later! She had work to do!

Wait, how would she start? How did people even write these things and publish them? Just on time for yet another round of procrastination, a notification popped up on her phone. One of her favorite Blammogram influencers, “A Rose by Just This Name,” had uploaded a new video. “Woke up like this,” was the caption, with an emoji winky face.

Amelia paused the video as she scrutinized one of her many idols. Was that really no makeup? If there were anyone who could put on makeup to look like no makeup, it would’ve been Rose. She was one of the premiere makeup gurus on Blammogram, after all. The social media star tilted her phone camera to her still sleeping boyfriend with his disheveled hair, then climbed out of bed and talked about how she was going to go about her day with a series of quick, rapid, video editing cuts. Amelia simply adored the Irish girl’s rolled r’s and the lyrical lilt of her speech, always rising and falling, having petty banter with her boyfriend, stuff like that.

An ad popped up. Amelia swiped it away in annoyance, only to go back to her erotica site and accidentally hit another ad that navigated her phone browser in an endless chain of links.

“Stupid thing!” Amelia screamed at it, swiping away window after window. She happened to tap on one of the intrusive ads. It quickly began installing something on her phone.

“Oh, no no no!” Amelia panicked. 2:30 AM was not the time to be dealing with something like this! “Shit!!”

Her phone cut to black, save for a green horizontal bar that was filling up. “Installing, please wait...” it read.

Amelia held the power button, but instead of shutting down, her phone reprimanded her!

“Do not reboot... almost done...” the letters appeared on the screen.

Amelia dropped the phone in shock. She watched it in trepidation until the bar filled completely. After a painful minute of waiting that felt like an eternity, her phone loaded back up.

Welcome to Master PC. You are the Master.

“What the hell is this?!” Amelia screeched. She tried to slam through all of the... weird, old menus filled with green text that just wouldn’t stop running. Still trying to swipe away menus that only seemed to come back with twice as many layers like some kind of OS hydra, she spied a notification that made her pause.

Narrative input mode. Tell a story and let MPC take care of the rest. Your posts change the world.

Wait… had she downloaded some kind of writing toolbox hosted by the erotica site? That might be super useful! She didn’t think her little story idea would ‘change the world’, but it might get a few hits.

Clicking the box set off another blizzard of screens opening and closing. She tried brushing this new mass of noise aside and in the process, she hit a checkbox that popped up a huge warning.

Self Retrospective Reality means that changes are applied retroactively not only to the world at large but also to the Master. The Master is unaware of the changes they implement. This feature can be very dangerous to enable.

Are you sure you want to continue?

“Go away, go away!” Amelia continued to tap. To her relief, her phone finally booted up to its normal loading screen, with her new writing app shimmering slightly on her home page, almost like it was still running. Fancy. She wiped the cold sweat off of her worried brow. Everything seemed to be fine...

Amelia went back to the PowerErotica website and hit the button to enter a story. It was her first time trying it. Up came a big blank text box and a few menu items to choose categories and other such options. She paid them no mind.

Lying there in bed, bleary-eyed but excited, Amelia began to tap. Autocorrections did their best to keep up, but none of that was Amelia’s concern. She was an artist, dammit! Applying her brush to the blank canvas before her, spinning lurid tales of sex and depravity. Doing what others dared not do. Were too small-minded to understand.

As her grandiose fantasy spun in her mind, she stared at the blinking cursor on the still-blank text box. A name. She needed a name.

Venom Vixen? No, stupid! That was the name of the character already. Vixom Venen? Sexy Plant Girl. Sex Breath.

Amelia grimaced. This was harder than she’d expected.

Rose! It came to her in a flash of insight. Rose V. Callahan. Why not!? People already left her comments on her videos, some of them little stories in their own right. But just to make sure the real Rose Callahan didn’t get the wrong idea, Amelia started with a disclaimer.

I just wanted to write a fun little story about Rose Callahan gaining the powers of Venom Vixen. She’s already got a ‘V’ in her name, for god’s sake! I just really like her. She’s so pretty and famous and I have the hugest girl crush on her! Rose, if you somehow see this silly smutty story of mine, I hope you don’t mind!

There! An earnest plea to the subject of her story. Expressing herself in text was easy!

Amelia flexed her neck, cracked her knuckles, and got down to brass tacks.

The rich and famous and beautiful Rose Callahan was having her usual day making her morning video and then having breakfast and taking a picture of her breakfast. Then while she was making a video of her putting on her favorite eyeliner, the sun was shining really brightly and it blinded her and some magical pollen flew in through the window. It was magic because Ireland is really old and enchanted and they have magical things like leprechauns and really cool language. She inhaled deeply and then started to sneeze. The magic pollen went into her lungs and then did their magic effects on Rose.

Her video was still going but she was paralyzed and she couldn’t turn it off. She was already so pretty but the power of Mother Nature and magic infused into her body and she got way, way, way prettier. Like her breasts turned into a G-cup from her original size which was sort of normal sort of big (hard to tell because it depends on her bra) but now they were super duper huge on her thin body. They didn’t sag at all, like if she had grown them and gravity hadn’t gotten to them yet. They were always perky and her cleavage was always spectacular. And she could get orgasms just by massaging them and tweaking her nipples they’re just so sensitive and feel so good! And her legs got longer too, but just her legs, just a few inches. Now she was a little taller than average height for a girl, and her legs were so so so long. They were so sexy, nobody could stop looking at her legs! Or her boobs!

Oh her face too! She already had pretty red hair but they get really really deep and vibrant and her strands of hair are so healthy and strong! And the freckles on her pale face are still there but she’s just so pretty. Oh and really deep green eyes too!

Amelia squirmed under the covers, sort of vaguely imagining the wild beauty of her newly enhanced Rose. Oh, shit! She needed to get to the point of her story! She started typing again.

She gains the power of Venom Vixen she can make anyone fall in love with her and mind control them with her loveliness and her pheromones. And she can control plants as well!

She can get whatever she wants from people just by being too too too sexy and mind control them whenever she wants!

Just then, inspiration caught up with Amelia’s rushed and fumbling typing. She finally had a name!

Say hello to Wild Rose, the new extra, extra, extra sexy Rose Callahan, everyone!

She giggled at her cleverness. Three “extra”s would make it crystal clear Rose had become as hot as it gets! Amelia didn’t hesitate for a moment. She posted her very first story at 3:30 AM, shaking just a little from the longing ache in her loins, but was too tired to do anything about it.

She closed her eyes and soon began to snore soundly.

Chapter 1R - The Blossoming Scent of a Wild Rose

Callahan awoke to the sun shining harshly on her face through a large crack in her curtains. She moaned and turned to go back to sleep, but her stupid boyfriend Adam had hogged all the blankets and pinned it down beneath him, leaving Rose mostly exposed to the northern chill.

Frustrated with her daily ritual of content creation, Rose climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror. Time for another ho hum day of churning out the same types of videos, shooting and re-shooting to get good takes, and then sitting at her computer with her editing software, sticking blase music over it, and publishing it. And then hoping that it got engagement. Her entire day was occupied either shooting videos, editing them, or staring at her inbox. She was paid eyeballs and clicks, after all.

She so desperately wanted to do a travel blog. Kill two birds with one stone. She always did want to see the world. Not just live in a small suburb of Dublin. But the thought of having to carry a selfie stick around while her boyfriend constantly disapproved off screen about how she was wasting her time on that stupid camera while she could be seeing the world around her.

Well, in that fantasy scenario, he’d be right.

Rose sighed as she straightened and fluffed out her hair. It needed to look good, but still messy enough to be believable. And washing her face with some moisturizing cleaner and getting the gunk out from the corners of her eyes wouldn’t hurt.

She made her way out of the bathroom, climbed back into bed, fought Adam for the blanket, and then prepared her act. Holding the camera above her and checking her appearance, Rose closed her eyes, tapped record using her ingrained muscle memory, and awoke with a yawn.

“Good morning,” she chirped sleepily, her speech slurred but still unmistakably Irish. “Hope you’ve all got a good day ahead of you, or had a good day depending where in the world you are.”

She turned off the camera. Good enough. Next segment would be a jump cut to her doing makeup.

“Recording another vid?” Adam asked groggily, and with undertones of disapproval.

“It’s how I pay the bills, Adam.”

“Mmf.” He turned back over.

Rose sat at her large vanity, lined her products all up in a row, adjusted the mic, tilted the camera, and then hit play once more. She began to put on her foundation, already knowing what the voiceover would sound like. Soft, breathy, plug the companies, yadda yadda.

But this time, the sun hitting her in the eyes elicited quite a reaction. Her nose began to twitch as she felt the uncontrollable urge to sneeze. She tried to suppress it, not wanting to spoil the footage she already had. The redheaded internet star took a deep breath to try and calm her twitching nose, but found herself inhaling a strange sort of sweet, foreign fragrance. Since when had that window been open?

Before Rose could get frustrated and restart the recording, her body seized up all of a sudden.

She was paralyzed by a sudden, hot fever building inside her very core. It spread outward from her chest, radiating molten, electrified pleasure down her nerves, all the way to the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes. The strange rush of energy almost tickled as it coursed up her neck, causing her scalp to buzz with tingles as even the roots of her hair began to tremble with pleasant sensation.

Rose looked into the camera with her more-vibrant-than-she-remembered green eyes in shock. Then, her back arched violently as her ancient Irish magical transformation took hold.

She could feel everything happening everywhere, all at once. An exploding surge of magical energy coursed down her limbs from the very center of her body, lightning her nerves ablaze with pleasure as it caressed and perfected every last inch of her body. Long legs lengthening, their endless elegance accentuated by the pale, creamy, flawless skin that never needed to be shaved or maintained... just like a comic book character. Her calves were lean and long, her thighs packed densely with powerful feminine muscle, highlighting the junction in between her legs with a beautiful gap, placing her pelvis on a pedestal.

Rose’s arms lengthened as well, matching the insane, exaggerated sexually alluring proportions of her new legs, her longer, slimmer fingers tracing down to stroke and caress the tops of her thighs as the rest of her body continued to lengthen and expand. Rose watched through half-lidded eyes as she rolled backwards in her computer chair, helpless to move, yet never wanting the mysterious, wonderful process to cease, even as she tried and failed to stroke her own skin with her non-responding, paralyzed hands. She was so sensitive now!

Her scalp itched something furious, but still, she was powerless to rub and massage it. Was something awful happening up there? It was both pleasurable yet maddening, and she couldn’t see what was happening! Her emerald eyes darted around frantically before they caught sight of her computer screen, still recording and even streaming her ongoing transformation! Oh god! How was this happening?!

Helpless to stop it, Rose watched the live feed of her extra, extra, extra sexy metamorphosis! Her hair grew thicker and vibrant, extending outward like a sped-up timelapse of beautiful red ringlets, shiny and lustrous. It spilled down her shoulders and framed her beautiful elfin face, growing all the way down to her newly firm, sculpted, muscular bubble butt as she remained splayed out on her computer chair.

A sudden burst of power and Rose whimpered as her feminine perfection put on tight, sinuous muscle. It was practical, functional strength, borne of physical activity (and judging by the rest of her, that activity had been hours upon hours of bedroom Olympics.) Her biceps and triceps formed a lovely long, tight bulge like that of a bodybuilder, springy and strong from hand-to-hand combat and training. Her core, a brick wall of densely packed, sexy female muscle, decorates the frame outlined by her shockingly thin waist. Her legs were still svelte and slender, yet her calf muscles and denser, more well-defined thighs were powerful enough to pump like pistons through the city streets as she escaped the authorities.

And none of that was visible to the camera while Rose was still dressed in her pajamas, until, until...

Her breasts had been growing in tandem, slowly and gradually swelling during the entire process. But now that the rest of her body seemed to have been perfected, her twin swells of feminine magnificence began to grow like ripe, firm fruit.

Rose squealed in pre-orgasmic glee as she continued to watch her video. Her thin cotton top was rising and rising as her huge, spherical breasts pushed ever higher. How was this possible!? She was slumped at an angle, and her breasts just continued to swell upward, completely defying gravity! Inch by inch, it revealed her perfect tummy, her cobbled abs eliciting little gasps and mewls from Rose herself as she witnessed her wicked fitness on full display.

Still, her breasts continued to rise, turning her loose thin cotton top into a scandalous crop top that left a wonderful expanse of underboob exposed. And as if on cue, her fertile hips bucked upward, giving the camera a wonderful up-shirt view of her staggering underboob. That sacred journey through the shallow channels of her sculpted abs to the soft, warm, crushing embrace of her bountiful bosom would be a dream come true for any human, man or woman.

And even though Rose’s breasts obstructed her own view, she was far too preoccupied with the shockingly powerful erotic sensations of her expanding breasts to mind not being able to observe her growth. She was living through her transformation into something… extra, extra, extra sexy! She’d never even imagined being so horny as she was right now. Her clean, perky, thick pink peaks poked through her thin top, every scrape, every vibration, even being kissed by the cool air, sent mind-shattering levels of pleasure through her clenched body. Her perfect pussy was burning with need, lips spasming as every tremble brought her excruciatingly close to an orgasm, but never over!

“Fuck me!” she wanted to cry out through her stiff and now shockingly plump pink lips. She needed stimulation!

Just when her dam was about to burst, her breasts still inflating and spilling over the sides of her torso, Rose’s new and improved body went slack as the transformative magic released her from its grip. She panted heavily with need, sucking in the cold morning air into her lungs. Covering her pokey nipples with her newer, stronger, longer arm, she reached out with her free hand and quickly turned off the feed. Adam was awake and had been watching the whole thing with fascination. And even stealing all of the covers, he couldn’t hide the vote of approval between his legs.

His social media girlfriend stood up from the desk in all of her glory, the thin ray of sunlight making her look positively angelic as her voluptuous frame glowed in the golden illumination. In one quick motion, she yanked her thin top over her full head of hair, her new strength instantly destroying the garment and moaning as the tearing fabric gave her enlarged nipples a final caress. With a predatory growl, a wild Rose shunted her thin and now glued-on bottoms down her long, polished legs, revealing her suddenly bare and smooth pubic mound. A powerful fragrant scent flooded the room, radiating outward from her scalp, her heavy breathing, and her quivering, moist intimacy...

Rose pounced on top of Adam, her new fragrance and stunning beauty forcing him to rise to the occasion. She pinned his arms down effortlessly with her new, powerful muscles and wasted no time aligning her lips with his hard rod and impaled herself on it, bobbing up and down, up and down...

Meanwhile, a faintly offended-looking leprechaun slid down the arc of a rainbow with his pot of gold and disappeared from view.

Chapter 2R - New Demure Domination

After sensing and communing with all the greenery of the rural area where she lived, Rose’s green thumb had transformed her little apartment home into a flourishing oasis. Then, due to the blessing of her new womanly flesh, she teased and coaxed a eucalyptus tree to grow out its large, thick, dense leaves, raised her arms as the plant grew, encircling her body and wrapping her in a tight green bodysuit. A swipe of her finger caused the cells to detach and cut out, leaving her midriff bare.

Rose, armed with her selfie stick and a green, plant-based pleathery mini-skirt and crop top, made her way to downtown Dublin to visit a shopping mall. It turned out that today would be a good day for a shopping and a try-on haul. And if she had to guess, this video would be her most viewed one ever. It might even give her enough money to get some more expensive sponsorships and allow her to travel!

Adam wasn’t going on the weekend trip with her today. Rose had wrung a couple of orgasms out of him, forcing pleasure beyond his limits out of his ragged body as she buried his head in her tits and forced him to inhale her sweet, natural perfume while she plugged away, sucking him dry with her tight, hungry, sucking nether lips. When she’d left him, Adam was surprisingly drooly and submissive, calling Rose his mistress... but she just chalked it up to giving him the best fuck of his life.

Everyone in the bustling town stopped to stare at the vibrant, radiating redhead as she walked by them. With every throwaway smile Rose gave, her onlookers sighed in pure bliss and made way for her. Rose didn’t know what had happened, but she sure wasn’t going to complain! No rudeness from strangers, her body strong, lithe, and supple... this was the best day ever!

Even on the bus ride, she’d just given a smile to some spotty boys taking up some seats. They gasped at her beauty, staring at her sculpted abs and bulging breasts before immediately giving up their seats to her. She took a seat on the emptied bench with plenty of room to spare as the three “guarded” her by surrounding her, preventing anyone else from taking a space next to her. Rose accepted the boys’ stares, secretly pleased with the attention she was getting as long as nobody made an unwelcome move on her. And judging from their demeanor, they looked quite smitten and harmless as Rose crossed her long luscious leg and swung it idly.

The crowd waiting impatiently to board the bus gasped and parted like the Red Sea to make way for the beatific girl walking down the steps of the bus. It was like they were rolling out the red carpet for royalty, juxtaposed by her makeshift green outfit and the cracked, gray concrete she was stepping onto. Rose smiled again, subconsciously unleashing another dose of her powerful pheromones as she gobbled up all the lavish attention she was receiving.

It was no different inside the mall than outside. The fluorescent lighting and overplayed pop tunes took a backseat to the arrival of the first and only metahuman that the world had birthed. All the men stared at Rose in awe. And the girls glared in jealousy unless they caught a whiff of Rose's fragrant scent as well. Their faces would morph from anger to confusion, leaving them wondering about their orientation until the effect of Rose's potent pheromones wore off. And if they were lucky, they’d find some privacy to indulge their first orgasm while dreaming about kissing a redheaded goddess.

As Rose surveyed the bevy of stores, she felt a sudden urge for a kale smoothie. It would be a great video for the lifestyle bit. People ate this shit up. She readied her phone on her selfie stick.

“Good morning, guys...” she looked directly into the camera and not her phone screen with practiced expertise. But the sound of her throaty voice surprised even herself. She hadn’t meant for it to come out so seductive, so bedroom... but it was just second nature now!

“As I’m sure most of you have seen, I underwent a bit of a... transformation,” she flashed a demure yet heart-melting smile at the camera, feigning shyness. “And this body of mine needs to be taken care of!”

She turned the stick down, placing it about level with her belly button. She flexed her wall of rock-hard abs as they contracted into beautiful, well-defined view. They would have made a bodybuilder envious. Bringing her phone back up, she smiled brightly and curled her arm, letting a small mound of beautiful muscle bulge up proudly.

With almost perfect timing for her shoot, a pleasant-looking young man crossed the street  behind her (and upwind) and waved at her, calling out "Great Venom Vixen costume!"

"Yeah, thanks!" She shouted back, covering that she had no idea what the boy was talking about. Her outfit wasn't from anything… it had just felt easy and exotic with all the plants around her flat.

The smoothie store was empty, so Rose walked right up to the register. She tapped on the phone camera screen to reverse its direction, flipping to a stunned, quivering young cashier.

“Hi, there! A mango kale acai smoothie, if you don’t mind...” Rose purred.

“Of-of course!” he stammered and fumbled with the fruit.

Rose waved a hand at the bin of kale leaves, sprucing them up and making them more vibrantly green before he picked it all up and put it in the blender. Rose flipped the camera back to herself and began to mouth silently about how cute he was, putting on a show before he came back with her mixed green drink.

“Th-... ahem,” the rattled lovestruck boy cleared his throat, seeing that the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on was recording the whole interaction. “That’ll be £3.25.”

“Can this one be on the house?” Rose fluttered her perfect, dark lashes at him.

“U-um... sure...! Yeah!” he agreed enthusiastically. He zeroed out the transaction. “Have a good day!” He pushed the drink toward her.

Rose looked at him in genuine surprise. She hadn’t really expected that to work! The social media star had to repay him somehow...

“Mind if I give you a kiss?” she offered, puckering her pink lips and holding out her camera to the side.

He gulped and nodded with pure joy in his eyes.

“Cheek!” she curled a finger at him.

He leaned into her, and she placed her puckered, pillowy lips, sucking his skin lightly and giving him an exaggerated wet smack. The love toxins in her lips penetrated his flesh and coursed through his body, causing him to stiffen and surge in arousal as they did a number on the chemicals in his brain. He immediately fell in love with Mistress Rose and decided in that moment that would do anything she’d ask of him.

“Thanks, sweetie!” Rose placed her warm cheek against his love-struck puppy face and posed for the camera. He sighed in pure, unadulterated adoration.

“Please, come back... again...” he whispered weakly.

Rose ruffled his hair, flooding more of her love molecules directly into his brain, and trotted off to do the rest of her shopping.

Chapter 2A - Amelia’s Fanfiction Gains Followers?

“...hear about Rose Callahan?”

Amelia’s ears perked up. She was just patrolling the shoe department at MCKenney’s where she worked weekends when she heard Heather, her co-worker talking about it. The cheerful blonde was three-quarters-Swedish or something, and always tried to use the metric system in the store like this wasn’t America. Oh, and she insisted her height was 178 cm, not 5’10. It was sort of cute and sort of annoying. Heather had never mentioned Rose before, and Amelia hadn’t mentioned following the social media influencer to anyone.

“Yeah!” Brad chatted from behind the register where the two were slacking. He was a big dork. Amelia, seeking to eavesdrop, peeled in closer while pretending to be busy arranging shoes.

“A hard R-rated transformation! On camera! What a wild idea...” Heather sounded quite wistful, her full blonde ponytails wagging as she shook her head.

Amelia struggled to hear over the chatter of their customers. She almost wanted to shush them when they asked her to find a loafer in a different size. She’d never been so diligent in the backroom before, to hurry and find the product so quickly so she could come back and eavesdrop some more. Her heart was pounding. Had her co-workers read her fanfiction!? Also, Amelia had never noticed it before, but Heather was a bit of a tasty snack! How had Amelia been so blind to it before? If she had used Heather as her villain the whole story would be set in places she knew. Missed opportunity!

Out of Amelia’s earshot, Adam and Heather continued their conversation.

“What an impossible, crazy thing. It had to be scripted, right?” Heather was saying. “No way a guy goes that gaga for a girl, even if she is the hottest thing ever. Like extra, extra, extra sexy.”

Amelia stifled a gasp. They were talking about her wild Rose story. Nobody but her ever said 'extra' three times.

“Hey, he was young. Probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. If I were him, I’d probably fall in love too. Though I’d like to think not as dopey as he looked... besides, it was just a kale smoothie.”

“Barf,” Heather made a motion. “And it wasn’t just a kale smoothie. I saw some of the stuff she was getting for free. Imagine going down to our dress department and walking out with an arm-load of top-end designer stuff, each costing a few hundred dollars. Just because you smiled and flirted with the manager? Who was a girl, by the way.”

“Heh heh. Yeah, guess it had to be scripted. A pretty big stunt for a small-time influencer though. Kudos to her,” Brad concluded.

Amelia rushed back outside to the beat of the store’s looping soundtrack, nearly knocking over the display of shoes she’d been idly fiddling with.

“Thanks, that was fast!” her customer complimented.

“Uh-huh.” Amelia didn’t even look at him.

“Yeah. She seems kind of sweet. She’s got that slutty innocent thing going on for her. Like, she knows she’s totally hot but acts like she’s just your girl next door. Amelia, did you hear about this?” Heather turned to Amelia who had crept way too close.

“Um, no... I guess I’m not too up to date,” Amelia replied. Had someone continued her fanfiction? Without her permission!? And oh god! Amelia began to panic. Was her online name of Aardward too obvious!? Amelia Woodward... she gulped. What would her co-workers and her boss think if they found out it was her story? “What are you talking about? Some social media star? Transforming?”

“Weird, I thought you were plugged into this stuff. Yeah, this story is trending all over social media. People are reading and commenting. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. Ireland is full of ancient magic, after all.” Up close the difference in heights between the girls became obvious. Heather towered over Amelia like some Viking’s daughter.

Amelia waited for the hammer to drop. If Heather wasn’t going to say it, maybe Brad would be the one to reveal that they’d read her silly little erotica. She looked at him as she prepared a bevy of weak lies to deny that she wasn’t the author Aardword.

“I just watch it cuz she’s hot,” Brad commented. “It’s not like I care about makeup tips or anything...”

“Uh-huh. Sure thing, hot shot,” Heather chuckled.

“She looks like fun to be around. Damn, what a nice little tease she is. I’m surprised there wasn’t some sort of public incident where someone went after her yet. She’s so nice to everyone she interacts with.”

Amelia’s eyes narrowed. Now nothing added up! She hadn’t written any of this. Had someone else contributed to her story!? Those... dicks! Her fictional Rose Callahan alias Wild Rose wasn’t supposed to be a nice girl! This was the one world where the villainess would win, and get everything she ever deserved! Fuck those self-righteous always-victorious plot armor heroes!

Heather sighed. “Yeah, I like it when they’re nice girls.” Amelia glared. Of course the girl with angel wing tattoos was rooting for Team Sweetness and Light.

“Um, yeah. Sounds like I have some catching up to do,” Amelia hid her anger. Who dared to blaspheme her story!? “See you guys later...” Amelia slinkered off into the back room.

“Huh? Is she off already?” Adam asked.

“I thought she just got in...” Heather looked at their strange colleague suspiciously. She needed to check something on the internet…

Chapter 3A - Venom Vix- Er, Wild Rose is a Villain, Dammit!

Amelia stomped into the backstock where she wouldn’t be bothered and pulled out her phone. Who had the gall to dare ruin her masterpiece!?

She stabbed at her phone with an angry finger as her phone helpfully completed the PowerErotica URL. She opened her story expecting to see it defiled, but... her story was still untouched! And various readers, anonymous or otherwise, had left some complimentary comments too!

Amelia’s anger subsided as she began to scroll through the small tidbits of feedback. A few at the top mentioned that this looked like a promising beginning, and wondered when there would be more. Then, a large majority of them, all posted at about the same time at 11:00 AM, all seemed to be talking about something else. Like about how Rose Callahan had a sexy try-on haul with her sexy new body. Amelia didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe they were rabid Rose fans and were low-key requesting how the story should continue.

Well, nuts to that! Amelia had her own plan, and she was going to stick with it!

She opened up her story on the website and started a new chapter. Eager to get on with it, she turned the voice dictation on.

“Amelia? What are you doing back here? It’s not your break yet,” the floor manager stepped in and asked.

“Ah, boss! Sorry! I’m just busy here!” she spoke.

Her phone screen spilled the words out in rapid succession.

“Oh, it’s fine. I can see you’re busy.” He shuffled off without giving Amelia a second thought.

Amelia looked up expecting to see a face full of sarcasm. But he did just walk away! Amelia got up and peeked around the corner, and sure enough, he was out there on the sales floor, working as usual. Oh well, so much the better. Maybe he’d make her pay for it later, but that was for future Amelia to worry about. She saw Heather's golden twin ponytail’s bouncing along above even the taller racks and was reminded that the girl was quite tall. Which was sort of hot. Going back to the small bench, Amelia took a seat and began to dictate.

Rose Callahan, alias Wild Rose, is now a super villain! She can do things she’s always wanted to like rob banks and rule a city and turn it into a planty paradise! The cops can’t stop her and if they try to she just makes them fall in love with her before giving them a poison kiss and killing them with pleasure! She’s too cool for school and if anyone looks at her funny or insults her then she’s mean to them because how dare they, right! She’s going to go on a vacation to find her Japanese super villain friend Miss Chifa because it’s been way too long since they’ve been together. Her friend is a super cool petite hacker who takes over computer systems with little graphical clowns that are rude and funny! Miss Chifa also has two big brown Dobermans and they’re kinda cute and Rose tolerates them because Miss Chifa loves them.

Those two are like best friends but Wild Rose has always totally harbored a secret crush on Miss Chifa. They trust each other completely and they both have boyfriends but are both unhappy with them. Maybe one day Rose will cut the sexual tension and use her love toxins gently on her friend (with her consent of course because they’re friends) and they can have a really really nice time. But that’s for another story!

This chapter will be about how she robs that bank and the cops try to stop her but of course she is too cool and sexy and powerful for that! She makes all of the bank tellers her slaves and they happily give her any money she asks for because they’re totally in love with her sexy body and mind-controlling pheromones! The cops come but she teases them with her huge sexy boobs and blows them a kiss and they cum themselves silly. Wild Rose is sooooooo hot!

After that, she goes to the airport and the entire country is trying to arrest her but no way, she touches some people and they fall in love with her and become her slaves as well! They roll out the red carpet for her to get on their nicest plane and give her the best seat!

The pilots and everyone know who she is because who doesn’t know Wild Rose? They all start freaking out, but Wild Rose just blows her sweet breath again and everyone immediately orgasms for her as their minds rewire themselves to fall in love with her. She spends the rest of her time having a nice orgy on the plane and she orders the pilots to fly her in and makes the flight attendants be her servants and fetch her things to drink when she wants a refresher haha! She comes so much and everyone on the flight around her dies from pleasure and professes their undying love for her with their final breaths! Rose absolutely loves having her boobs fondled and she squeezes and kneads them and tweaks her nipples and when she cums everyone cums with her because her pussy is so goddamn sexy and she smells so good and just looking at her having a good time is too much for anyone to handle! She screams as she cums and orders people to keep sucking on her clit but they die from it because her poison love is way too much to take, but everyone is still on their knees and crawling toward her because there’s just no better way to die than being with sexy sexy sexy Rose!

When they land, nobody is alive but Wild Rose and the pilots and she makes them cum too and giggles to herself she just can’t wait to see her friend Miss Chifa!

-Click-

Amelia hit post, licking her lips. Not realizing how ragged her breathing was, she stood up and got a massive head rush, fell back down to the scant bench, closed her eyes, and snored softly from post-writing exhaustion.

Chapter 3R - Grand Theft Love

“Adam, I feel like going to Japan,” Rose declared with a strange sort of confidence and finality.

“I know, I know.” Adam had heard this line before, but not with this kind of fervor.

“I mean it this time.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Listen to me, Adam. I’m going to go rob a bank. You can stay here, and I’ll pay our way to Japan.”

“What? Is this one of your silly stunts again? Like your shopping yesterday? How did you convince all those people to give you free stuff anyway?”

“I’ve had this idea since yesterday, and I can’t get it out of my head. I think I’m really going to do it. And stop insulting my work.”

“Rose? Are you okay? This is... you can’t seriously mean it! Robbing a bank!?”

She knew it sounded crazy too, but she just cracked her wrists and twirled her hand, idly feeling the power and potential flowing through her body. Even though her rational mind knew this was wrong, Rose couldn’t muster any sort of guilt for it. The thrill of doing so excited her even more. Maybe being a bad girl for a while was just what her channel needed? She tried and failed to suppress a moan of arousal as her nipples began to engorge and swell, pressing against the silky fabric of her new high-end bra.

“You’re getting turned on from this!?” Adam yelled disapprovingly even as his body responded, his physiology forced to rise in accordance with her desires.

“What? Evil makes me horny,” she realized even as she said it. Rose looked at his burgeoning erection. It on the other hand did nothing for her. How had they ever been a couple? He was always holding her back. ...And the sex? Rose thought she had enjoyed it when they first started dating, but the spark had wilted over time. Then ever since her fateful transformation one day ago, she had found him quite inadequate.

“So I’ll be going to Japan to visit my friend,” Rose concluded, ignoring Adam’s protests. “You can come with me if you like.”

“There’s no way they’ll let you! You can’t just... rob a bank and then get on an airplane! The police will be after you!”

“So?” Rose shrugged, her bosom driving Adam to distraction.

“I’ll... I’ll call them myself! Before you rob the bank! Rose, you can’t do this!”

Rose narrowed her eyes. Always. Holding. Her. Back.

“On the contrary, I can do whatever I want.” Being bad felt good. And speaking of feeling good, the only person Rose wanted to see was Miss Chifa, and not this stupid lump of a person she still called her boyfriend for some reason. She stood up to her new full hight, walking towards him slowly with a runway strut.

“Rose?” He was suddenly terrified of her. And rightfully so.

“Goodbye, Adam.”

Rose summoned her potted plants to hold him in place. The vines looped around his arms and legs, gripping him powerfully and lifting him into the air. Rose leaned in close and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, poisoning him with pure pleasure.

She left him bucking and groaning as she went about her day. He would die with a smile on his face.

“Miss Chifa! I’m coming to see you soon!” Rose had her friend on speakerphone while she rode in the backseat of a rideshare she’d hailed.

“Rose! I miss you!” her short, spunky Asian friend with purple highlights responded with a heavy accent.

“I’m just going to stop by a bank to get enough money. And then it can be like our old times!”

“Ooh! I wish I could be there with you! Let’s rob a bank in Japan! I will show you around!” Miss Chifa clapped excitedly.

“Okay! See you soon, love!”

“Tee hee!”

Miss Chifa hung up, but sent a little computerized clown to dance on Rose’s phone.

“Oh, you little brat!” Rose laughed as she tried to swipe the hacked clown off her screen, but it dodged and taunted her before finally going away and letting Rose use her phone again.

“Mistress... we’re here...” her driver droned.

“Ooh, thanks baby,” Rose purred. She leaned to the front seat and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, ensuring his obedience for another few hours. He gasped in delight. “Wait here for me, okay?” she whispered hotly, tickling his ear and making his fine hairs stand up straight.

“Yes, mistress...”

Rose smiled to herself as she exited the car, dressed to kill in a short mini-skirt and far too tight cropped top that showed off her powerful midsection and emphasized her already mesmerizing bust to devastating effect. She strode up the wide steps to the Bank of Ireland, one long leg in front of the other in her black heels, breathing in the polluted city air with much disdain. She’d have to fix that someday with her plant powers. Maybe after her vacation.

The security guards just ogled her as she walked in. Rose smiled brightly at them and tossed her fiery red mane behind her. It was upsetting that nobody recognized her yet. Time to build up her infamy, then.

Rose strode up to a teller, skipping the line and pushing the current customer out of the way. He appeared to object for about a split second before Rose placed her hand on his arm, causing him to seize and stiffen before he melted into a pile of gooey obedience. He stood there and stared at the greatest love of his life until she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Her pheromones continued to waft off of her exposed skin, love molecules filling the room.

“Hello, I’d like to make a withdrawal,” Rose stated sweetly.

“Uh, of course, ma’am,” the young female teller answered. “Account?”

Rose leaned forward, placed her elbow on the desk, and rested her chin in her open palm. “Do I need one of those?” she fluttered her eyelashes.

“Uh...”

“Go ahead and unload everything in your coffers for me. Get a bag for me as well, won’t you dearie?” Rose smiled.

“Yes.” The teller did as she was told as she looked at their branch manager.

Rose was... surprised. She hadn’t done anything to the woman yet, and she seemed to be acting of her own accord. Weren’t they going to do something? She curled a finger at the teller’s male boss. Perhaps he could provide some enlightenment.

Startled out of his bewitched stupor, the bank manager approached the vision of beauty that beckoned him.

“Hello!” Rose chirped. “I am robbing you. Why isn’t anyone reacting?”

“Ah, we’re insured. We don’t want to cause a scene. After this is all over and everyone is safe, we’ll file a report, and depending how much you take, you will probably be hunted.”

“And them?” Rose gestured at the two security guards who stood by the door, staring at her luscious rear.

“Private security... mostly for show,” the manager sighed at Rose’s loveliness.

“Well, I want a scene. Could you please produce one for me?” Rose asked, blowing him a sweet kiss.

The manager sucked in a deep whiff of her sexually commanding prowess and fell under her spell immediately.

“Certainly, mistress.”

“And have them send in some female officers. I love a woman in uniform,” Rose licked her lips.

Rose rode to the airport in her personal police escort vehicle. She ordered her adorable law enforcement thralls to keep the sirens running as they bypassed all of the city traffic to make it in record time.

They escorted her into the airport terminals as well. Using her police as bodyguards, Rose kept airport security at bay as her little enthralled police consort commented that they were taking her overseas to imprison and prosecute her... although the redheaded villainous beauty seemed totally unfazed and arrogant. And unshackled. She smiled at their helplessness.

“One ticket for Japan, please,” Rose ordered from the female employee behind the help kiosk.

“I don’t know... if we sell tickets just like this,” the lady gulped as she looked at the terrifying, capricious woman.

“I have cash.” One of her police slaves immediately stepped forward and opened a cartoonish-looking stuffed brown, frumpy bag full of bills.

“I... don’t think I can help you... miss... perhaps you could ask... the pilot... with your ways...” she prepared for the worst. Which apparently would be the greatest pleasure she’d ever felt before expiring.

Rose shook her head as she considered the situation. “The pilot! Of course! Why the hell did I even rob that bank? I don’t need to do any of that. What the hell is going on?! Think Rose, think!”

The baggage attendant peeked back up at the befuddled redhead. She wore a mask of frustration on her flawless face. Even in her consternation, Rose was simply the most beautiful, attention-commanding woman to ever exist.

Rose huffed and made a decision. No more fooling around. A transformation, then a totally illogical act that she’d never even conceived of before... it was good that her unexplained whimsy was going to lead to a visit with Miss Chifa. Her expert hacker friend would no doubt be able to hack some information. Miss Chifa could hack anything!

“All right, you make a good point. Boys, take me to the airport gate. And you...” Rose jabbed a slender finger in the airport lady’s direction.

She gulped and braced for her blissful end.

“Good point.”

Rose sauntered off with her boys in tow, blowing sweet little puffs at the various airport security guards to let her in via expedited scan. She smiled and waved at the small crowd, standing in their snaking line.

The baggage attendant wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or profoundly disappointed. She collapsed behind her kiosk and cried over her conflicted state as she shoved her hand down her slacks and began to masturbate surreptitiously. Nobody else bothered to stop her. They all felt well enough about what she was feeling to be able to empathize with their colleague’s crippling sexual turmoil.

There wasn’t a plane headed for Japan at this very instant, but none of that mattered to Rose. She walked to the gates, asked the airline attendant if the plane was ship-shape and capable of flight to East Asia, and then boarded herself. A brief glance and a little throwaway smile, and Rose had the flight crew agreeing to the impromptu flight plan.

Chapter 4R - Unrivaled

“Twelve hours!?” Rose pouted. “Can’t you go any faster?” She ran her fingers down the pilot’s chest, leaning forward to swallow his head in her perfect breasts.

He gasped in pure bliss as his arousal poked insistently at Rose’s pelvis while she sat in his lap.

“Mmff... just before dawn… can’t...” his muffled voice countered weakly. Her skin was so warm, her scent so feminine and floral. He’d never experienced such unbridled lust in his life, even as a growing teen!

“Why... not...?” Rose rubbed her entire body against his, extracting what pleasure she could from him. Her breasts and nipples were so sensitive!

“Not safe... night landing… wouldn’t want anything bad to... hnng! Happen to you...” he panted.

“Tch. Fine,” Rose climbed off of him in one swift motion, her loins aching and unsatisfied. “Get me there safely then, as fast as you can.”

The pilot whimpered as he writhed in agony from his aching desire to orgasm from Rose’s touch.

“Want something?” Rose smiled knowingly.

“Please...” he begged not so discreetly.

Rose turned and sat on the co-pilot’s lap. Placing her silky hand on his cheek, she looked into his eyes with her bright green irises and licked her ruby lips. He stared at the freckled beauty before him in utter awe before she puckered her smooth, thick lips, blew a light puff into his face, and gently grinded her pert rear against his straining erection.

His eyes slammed shut as he groaned in pure, carnal, unfettered ecstasy. Rope after weakening rope of semen spurted inside of his pants as Rose climbed off of him before she got her clothes dirty.

“Get me there safely, and you can have some of what he’s having,” Rose promised the captain.

He gulped. His co-pilot continued to convulse helplessly until he passed out.

Leaving the cockpit, Rose still had twelve hours to burn. And she was horny. She did like the flight attendants in their cute little uniforms as they stared at her with total, utter devotion in their eyes. But she had her sights higher.

Looking over the entire cabin of passengers, the ones in the back still weren’t aware of what was happening. And the passengers in the spacious first class seating were already quite smitten with her. To have an entire crew of helpless sex slaves satisfy her while the flight attendants treated her like a queen... why not?! Deep down inside, she knew something was very wrong. Two days ago, she was just a middling social media lifestyle and makeup influencer. And now she was the hottest woman alive who could bend men and women to her will with a kiss of her poison lips, or a stroke of her sensuous fingers... not to mention how orgasmically sensitive her nipples felt all the time.

She really needed to talk to Miss Chifa. If she didn’t take control of her friend and just screw her brains out. Speaking of, Rose felt she’d known Miss Chifa her whole life, yet she didn’t even have any concrete memories of them being together...

Shit.

Still, her body was burning with need. Rose traced her etched abs and cupped one of her heavy bosoms, letting it overfill her hand as she slid her thumb and index finger up those staggering slopes to pinch her pink nipple. She moaned in delight as the entire first class passenger group fell further in love with her. It was decided. She’d better take the edge off lest she wipe Miss Chifa’s mind while being out of her mind horny.

Time to make a massive orgy out of her unwitting passengers then. She licked her lips as she undressed right in front of the attendants, causing them to gush in their uniforms. No sense in being subtle about it.

“Worship me.”

Making her way down the passenger aisles, everyone melted and found themselves head over heels in love with Rose as she brushed her fingertips over the closest ones while her fragrant, invasive scent wafted off of her body and set the mood for the next twelve hours of orgiastic frenzy...

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Twelve hours later, Rose awoke alone in the first class space with a refreshing yawn and stretch. The flight attendants had kept her comfortable the whole time, bringing Rose towels and refreshments as she fucked and got sucked to her heart’s content. Only the pilot and her little servants were still conscious... everyone else had been used and abused, forced to pleasure Rose even as the assault of her body’s potent poison gave them even greater pleasure than they could have delivered unto her.

And even despite their inadequate, trembling efforts, inducing heart-palpitating orgasms into her victims gave her more pleasure than their actual ministrations. She loved sex wholeheartedly, but she loved the power, the control, even more.

The long-denied pilot and attendants brought her her clothing and gulped as she covered up her unsurpassed nude beauty. They all whimpered as they wished for the sort of orgasmic death that no doubt Rose had triggered in at least half of the passengers, but it looked like Rose had different plans. And to their shock, the sight of their beautiful fitness goddess in a tiny crop top and a pair of painted-on stretchy yoga pants made her look even more alluring, more tantalizingly erotic than her naked body! The sight of her bare legs, from her ankles up to near the tops of her thighs, clothed in fabric and a pair of expensive pumps that she’d so famously tried on in a Blammogram vid emphasized their glorious length and sleekness all the more. And same for her bust, pushed up and squashed together, creating the most delectable cleavage imaginable...

Rose exhaled through her nose as she completed dressing up. The standing crew whined as they hoped for a blast of her sweet breath, granting them release. But it was not to be.

“Come. I need a new group of hostages to escort me to safety. You all don’t mind, do you? If you do a good job, I might even touch you... down there...” Rose smiled smugly as she waggled a single, soul-shattering finger.

“Yesss...” they all hissed in a low rasp, their eyes following her undulating finger as if it were a hypnotist’s pocket watch.

The passenger boarding bridge was nowhere to be found, so the pilot deployed an inflatable emergency exit ramp.

“You guys first,” Rose ordered.

The pilot peeked outside, then tucked his head back in in a panic.

“Mistress! There’s... there’s a whole army out there waiting for you! Tanks and soldiers and guns and everything! They’re... they’re pointing at the plane!”

“What!?” Rose needed the element of surprise to begin her enslavement. What was she going to do now? How could she miscalculate so badly all the time!? This didn’t require any sort of genius-level intellect! Maybe she could surrender and then seduce...

“Wild Rose!” A voice rang out from a speakerphone below. “This is the combined forces of Interpol and the Japanese police! Come out with your hands up and surrender! If you refuse, or if you make any sudden movements while we try to put a hazmat suit on you, we will fire with extreme prejudice!”

Shit! Rose thought. What on earth can I do now!? Two days of villainy, and this is my just desserts... Still, better alive than not. Maybe. Hopefully. She took a deep breath, looked at her thralls with pity, and decided to give them one final hurrah before surrendering herself.

“Thank you, my pets. I know you’re all in love with me because you had no choice, but I treasured our brief time together. Would you like a nice, crippling orgasm? We may never meet again, and if you survive, you’ll never be able to experience pleasure such as this again. It’s a choice you shouldn’t make lightly...”

“Yes!” all of them cried out in unison.

“My poor, poor sweeties,” Rose stated, almost with pity.

She leaned forward and exhaled hotly over the pilot’s face, triggering his immediate orgasmic convulsions. As his mouth formed into the shape of a loud groan, Rose planted her lips firmly against his and jabbed her sweeping tongue into his mouth, truly saturating him with all of her pleasure power. He seized up as he began to ejaculate fiercely, hips bucking wildly against her strong core.

Rose released him with a wet smack, letting him slump to the floor and continue to spasm in wet, sticky, convulsing pleasure.

The flight attendants whimpered, not in fear, but in anticipation.

“Thank you for the nice flight, ladies and gentlemen,” she declared to each of them as well.

After giving each of them a kiss, with the lucky ones getting a swirl of her finger down their pants, spreading a nearly fatal dose of her fiery toxin directly through their aroused genitals, Rose peeked out of the airplane, holding up one hand to block the glare from a helicopter searchlight.

“I surrender!” she yelled with her hands up as she began to slide out on the inflatable tube. The descending beam of light seemed to focus in tighter on her spectacular figure, blinding her with its almost unearthly intensity.

As Rose prepared to descend, she swore she heard the loud crack of guns firing. Time seemed to stop as her life flashed before her eyes as she looked at the convulsing bodies left behind in the plane. Her life had been fine. Blessed probably, compared to a few others. She was able to make a living as an influencer, though it was meager and took many, many hours. Then, she became a paragon of beauty, lifted right out of an erotic artist’s imagination. For two wild days, she behaved wildly irrationally, even evilly. And it was the greatest thrill she’d ever experienced in her life. Resigned to her fate, she couldn’t complain. She’d lived more than other people had in their entire lifetimes.

Why was she still ruminating? Shouldn’t she feel some sharp sting of pain? A dozen pieces of flying lead, ripping her perfect body to shreds? As she began to dread just how long it would take for her to die, the impossible happened once more.

Her body seized up. And instead of tumbling ungraciously to the tarmac below, Rose’s already perfectly sculpted body began to float upwards along the beam of light lancing down not from a helicopter as she’d thought, but from outer space. She felt a flash of deja vu, the memory of the scent of pollen that had preceded her first transformation before another, far more powerful surge of energy began to snake its way through her entirely incredible, extra, extra, extra sexy body. Inch by inch, her beauty became immortal, the even more exaggerated curves of the ultimate woman protected and even enhanced by alien physiology that devoured the light of yellow suns, their searing rays supercharging every fiber of her perfected being.

She wasn't just a wild Rose any longer. She was swiftly becoming more like… Ultimate Rose! With everything about her a fanfic writing hack could think of turning… just ultimate!

Ultimate Rose’s ultimate body became impenetrable. Impossibly durable, her pale, creamy skin completely unbreakable by any amount of force in the universe. Her ultimate muscles became hyper-efficient, flowing with limitless power through every last millimeter of her body, all the way down to her fingers and toes and definitely into the love muscles of her inner core. She could flick a tank into orbit with her pinky finger if she wanted, and it wouldn’t even crack her ultimate nail!

Her ultimate lungs became superpowered, able to inhale endlessly and exhale to even more devastating effect. Laced with her now ultimate pheromones, she could purse her sexy lips and blow, sweeping the entire island nation of Japan away with just an exaggerated kiss!

So charged was her body with the power of the descending ray, she could feel the energy welling inside of it, almost begging to be released. The heat and light she stored away multiplied in power, and within seconds, she would have more than enough to use for the rest of her immortal lifespan. And she would become even more powerful every second of every day.

When the red halo of her fiery hair finally fell limp again, no longer clenched and flexed like the rest of her superpowered body, Rose remained floating in the air. She turned to face the wall of bullets that were approaching her. They were completely still.

Oh god, she was ultimate fast too!

Rose laughed in sheer joy. What a reversal! They'd brought a small army and now SHE outnumbered THEM all by herself! She plucked a bullet out of the air between her fingers and squashed it into a flat disk. Then she put it in the palm of her hand, closed her fist, and squeezed it until molten metal dribbled out from between her invulnerable digits.

Letting time resume back to normal, Rose laughed as she let every bullet impact her, shredding her clothes. When shots would have missed, she flew into their paths, not letting a single round go to waste. A whole surface area of just Rose blurred in a large square as she enjoyed the loud pings of the bullets bouncing off of her biceps, her face, her cute nose, her engorged nipples and, oh, her ultimate clitoris...

“What the fuck’s happening!?” she heard one of the officers below say in a normal voice.

Oh god, she had ultimate hearing too!

The opportunity was too ripe for the picking. Rose flew behind him at super speed, unwitnessed by the small army below. She tapped him on the shoulder. But it all went un-according to plan. Before he could even turn around to see her, the touch of her finger on his clothes sent him into a quivering conniption as he fell to his knees in orgasmic ecstasy. Five seconds later, his heart gave out.

“Whoa! That’s new!” Rose gasped. Was her raw sex appeal really that potent now!? She’d fully intended to rip off his uniform and rape him to death as a little ‘welcome to Japan’ gift to herself, but this did save time and a bit of wiping up afterwards.

The officers around him turned to look at Rose. They fell instantly under the spell of her beauty as they, too, sighed in pure love and began to tremble in delight. Never did they take their eyes off her. The red-haired sexual goddess was made all the more striking by the sun just begining to rise behind her across that airport tarmac. Power flooded into her, unleashing an ultimate sexy moan of pleasure beyond human imagining, a sound that immediately detonated another dozen racing hearts around her and finishing off the last of the souls still alive aboard the plane.

Rose winked at a few of them with her glowing eyes, checking them out with her newly discovered x-ray vision to confirm what she already knew. They collapsed as well.

“Well, that’s nice and all, but let’s see what I can really do!” Rose mused.

Wild, erratic gunfire headed her way once more. Rose took her time walking through the lead storm as she drew back her bare leg and swung it at a police car. The metal groaned as her dainty foot carved right through it! Only when she ceased the casual swing of her leg did it realize it’d been hit, and flew off high into the sky, never to be seen again.

Oh, this was wicked. Where was a camera and a stick when you were showing of your new powers and ultimate body?!? Rose laughed heartily at the ease with which she’d just launched something into orbit! Well, sort of. Her superhuman eyes followed her projectile burning up in the atmosphere.

The little army of law enforcement officers finally picked up where Rose had seemingly teleported to. They turned and all fired on her once more. She disappeared once more, placing an outright mind-bending, body-breaking kiss on one agent, causing his heart to burst immediately. That was too much. She streaked past a bunch more and gently swiped her fingers across their cheeks, making sure not to snap their necks. When they had finally processed the silky touch, their bodies were well past the point of no return as Rose’s caress caused them to crumple and come, her supercharged sexual assault gripping their brains and their organs, forcing them to ejaculate over and over.

Then she returned to the hailstorm of bullets and stood back in their path as if she hadn’t moved in the first place.

This time she moaned as she massaged her breast, marveling at just how hard she could squeeze them! Bullets drummed her most sensitive erogenous zones. It only felt a fraction as good as her pinching them herself, but the thrill of knowing how helpless these deadly weapons performed against her... only being worthwhile as a mild sex toy, was driving her wild! Whatever had happened to her, she fucking loved it!

A welling up of power was charging behind her eyes and her nipples as the sun’s rays continued to shine down on her. As the final bullets impacted her constantly darting body, getting trapped between her cleavage which she would squash into molten metal and let those silvery rivulets travel down her solid brick abs, she could feel an orgasmic explosion about to detonate inside of her perfect body. Along with a different type of energy building up.

Pinching and moaning, rubbing and thrusting her hips, Rose began to tremble as her feet left the ground once more. Her head tilted back reflexively as two beams of searing red energy erupted from her eyes, catapulting out into space and disintegrating an asteroid. At the same time, her breasts began to burn hotly against her invulnerable hands. The pressure almost became too much to bear, save for the fact that nothing was too much to bear for her body now. The fiery solar energy inside of her sought an escape, and two similar beams fired out of her nipples.

Her crowning pink nubs began to tremble as her overpowered power leaked out, erupting from her nipples as well. Two devastating beams of blinding light ripped through man and metal alike, leaving nothing but black ash. The tank fared no better, melting to slag as her breast lasers carved right through it before evaporating into toxic metallic smoke.

Any survivors were flooded by the fragrant scent of Rose’s orgasm. As her pussy pulsed and erupted her hot, wet juices, the sound of her lusty voice and the scent of her pheromones wafting off of her super metabolic body drove everyone around her to frenzy as they cried out her name while coming for her.

Soon, it was all over. Rose’s eyes snapped back to full alertness, bright green and backlit, ready and insatiably eager to go again. The scene before her was a total warzone. No, a massacre. Most of the cops dead. All of the equipment sliced and melted. A handful of people still alive, albeit not for long. They were on the last legs of their unstoppable orgasm, brought upon by Rose’s loveliness despite the violence.

She flew high into the air. Pursing her lips and sucking in her cheeks, Rose blew a gentle puff of her breath down at the airport. It shooks furiously as her breath slammed and battered the enormous chunk of earth, spreading her pheromones all across the island nation as she generated an enormous tidal wave spreading away from the continent for once. With her ultimate hearing, she could hear the concentric circles of people succumbing to her casual pheromone puff... and they hadn’t even witnessed her loveliness yet! Her rich, seductive laughter filling the sky finished many of them off.

What a zany third day of changes this had been!

As the smoke cleared around the airport from Rose’s combined physical and sexual hurricane, her phone lit up. It was an urgent call from Miss Chifa.

“Rose! My love... I felt your breath... I can’t stop coming!!”

Rose gasped in horror. Her friend! If she was going to overpleasure Miss Chifa, she wanted to at least be there for it...

Her doomed friend’s message continued.

“It doesn’t make sense I found a story that seems to predict or even dictate what’s going to happen to you. I love you so much”

The message ended. With one arm tucked against her sexy flank and the other thrust upward toward the heavens, Rose rocketed high into the air to scan Tokyo for her friend, bringing her glowing green eyes into play as she instantly scanned countless buildings with her new x-ray vision. She found Miss Chifa furiously masturbating, no doubt on her second or third orgasm at this point. Her heartbeat was erratic and slowly weakening, too far gone to tell her what she’d discovered. There was nothing Rose could do for her now.

A story? A story about her that was causing this? The implications were… disturbing. She wouldn’t let anyone hold her back, ever again! She had to find the source of all of her mystery!

Chapter 4A - Rivaled, Briefly, Kinda

Amelia scanned the comments for her latest chapter on her computer while her phone charged. “Very, very hot!” “Rose is sooooo cool. The comics companies wish they had the balls to make a character like this!” “So she’s a villain... where are the heroes? When is she going to get beaten?”

The newest comments were weirder: “It’s happening now! Japan has been destroyed!” “We’re all doomed!”

Amelia ignored the fake hysterics about Rose’s rampage killing millions. What pissed her off was the slimy hero-talk. Rose beaten!? These stupid readers! The whole point that Amelia had spelled out from the very beginning was that Rose was a villain who would actually win! No more losing just because they were the bad guy. No tragic, implausible, misunderstood backstory that led them to a life of crime yet while trying to make them feel sympathetic while ultimately failing. Wild Rose was the even better version of Venom Vixen: pure and unapologetic, a sexual force of nature seeking to satisfy only herself! And yet incapable of ever being fully satisfied. Her Wild Rose would always, always, always want more!

She decided to reread the last chapter, the other hand pawing the front of her short skirt as she thought about how to top herself.

When Rose Callahan got off the plane in Japan the police and the authorities and the army all had advanced weaponry because they’re from Japan and they always have really cool technology and cell phones and stuff like that. They have cool gadgets like electric force field guns that fire restraining nets and phasers that can stun or vaporize people! The whole army is there!

Rose is scared when she first steps off the plane because she doesn’t know about all of Japan’s cool machines. The whole army is there! And Rose isn’t close enough to seduce them all into her obedient little slaves which she totally could do if she had more time. But she’s wanted by the world after her bank robbery and airplane heist so everyone knows that she’s coming! Oh no! What will she do!

Suddenly and without explanation a beam of light comes down from like, uh, space and stuff. Rose is infused by alien power too! She goes through another transformation and becomes even more beautiful than before!! She was already the prettiest person ever but now her entire body becomes super duper powered too and it just makes her even hotter! No. more that super. She’s now the Ultimate Rose! She can fly, can’t be hurt, bullets just bounce off her and tickle her and turn her on if it hits her harder than diamond nipples! She’s so so so strong she could break the planet with a flick of her pinky! She’s super fast too, she can fly from one side of the world to the other in a few seconds! She could go from the sales floor to the stock room and back out to the sales floor as soon as a customer asked for anything and you could barely see the blur before she gets back! And then she can throat lift the customer for being annoying and interrupting writing time!

Rose is gonna love her new ultimate power so much! She has the ultimate best orgasms now and she loves to orgasm and enslave people she loves everything about her power! She can blow her love pheromones with her new superbreath and make people orgasm and fall in love with her from an entire continent away! And she can fire super incredible laser beams from her eyes. But also, her nipples!! Take that, anyone who opposes her!

Yeah. The chapter was easily her best, but maybe the stupid readers had a point… Rose needed a hero. But not the way those dummies were thinking! She wrinkled her nose as she came up with a plan to set these ignorant readers straight. She needed to make a really nice hero, but also as powerful as Rose to make it look like it’s going to be a fair fight.Then the next entry would really hammer it into their dense heads that Ultimate Rose was the bestest! She remembered Heather talking about ‘nice girls’. Wait, she could use Heather! It would be so meta to have a cameo from her own coworker. Amelia would make her make her totally, desperately lesbo, even if it was only in a story… Picking up her phone, she climbed into bed, already drooling at the thought of what came next.

People all over the world are becoming terrified of the Ultimate Rose. They pray for a hero to save them like a guardian angel. They should too. More and more, Rose loves breaking stuff and melting people’s brains with her sexy powers. Rose has the best evil laugh when she does something extra wicked.

With such a powerful villain on the loose, Heather Jennsen sees it all on TV and wishes that she wasn't just some regular clerk at MCKenney’s! Someone needs the power to stand up to this villain! If only SHE were a super-duper hero, SHE would stop villains like Ultimate Rose.

Amelia paused. She didn’t know how to make this sound better than Rose’s transformations. Well, people liked what she’d wrote, so it must be fine. She’d just say it was like that, but better! God, writing was easy. Except for names. Those were hard. Crap, what was she gonna call her? Eh, roll with it.

Heather feels a strange, wonderful power flowing through her as everyone’s prayers are answered! Heather's clothing starts getting tight as the warm energy fills her up. She tears open her clothes in front of a big mirror, revealing that her naked body is changing into Super, uh Angel! Turned on by her own reflection, she’s drifts into the air yelling "What is happening to meeeee!?" so loud all the windows and skylights explode. She watches every part of her get prettier and super powerful like Rose Callahan's first transformation but for Heather it feels way better and sexier this time because her writter is gooder. She even gets super smart!  Her muscles are strong and sleek as a gymnast and her legs are more perfect than a model’s or a ballerina. Her eyes glow, her yellowy hair tingles as it turns to pale cornsilk, running down her back to tickle her ass. Her big perky breasts become like Rose's and they give her super orgasms with even a little groping. Super Angel’s pussy has a big plump clit that is even more sensitive than her nipples.

30 seconds later, Super Angel is as sexy as Wild Rose when she first changed. No! SHE IS TWICE AS SEXY! That makes her whole SIX 'extras' worth of extra sexy! Then the same beam of light from space hits her because she is so lucky! Now she gets all of the Rose’s Ultimate powers, too, which feels incredible!! Especially the ultimate orgasms which are the best. Her eyes glow brighter and beams shoot out, burning off the last of her clothes without hurting her perfect creamy skin. The rays feel so good the new supergirl immediately fondles her sexy ultimate body. She loves everything that is happening to her so much.

That big dork Brad heard her shouting and comes peeking like the perv he is. He’s carrying the skimpiest white swimsuit in the whole store. Heather is soooo sexy he helplessly watches her getting off which turns Super Angel on even more. She is irresistible and insatiable. She floats over to let him touch her boobies and he can’t even dent her super sexy ultimate body no matter how hard he squeezes. Heather has three screaming super orgasms in a row, each one is 30, 40, then 50 times better than the best girl orgasm ever. She takes the swimsuit out of his trembling hands and laughs at him, but it’s a nice laugh because she’s a hero and Heather likes pretty girls to be nice. Putting it on, she twirls in front of him and blood runs out his pervert nose.

He’s dumb. And a boy. What Super Angel wants with her whole soul is to zipping over to have sex with her cute coworker Amelia. Heather played it cool before, but now her libido is super too! She wants Amelia with every breath. Wants her so bad just saying Amelia’s name out loud makes her juices drip down her thighs. She whispers “Amelia” once and sure enough, her super angel pussy starts spurting as she cums even harder than her last time.

But duty calls. Super Angel flies right through the roof of MCKenney’s, totally smashing the shitty store, crushing Brad and their asshole manager. "Ooops," she laughs again, but maybe less nice. That place sucks and pretending to be normal sucks. Secret identies are dumb. She is beautiful and powerful and loves it and is never going to hide it. She’s a hero, but secretly Heather loves being so gorgeous and having super sex. With girls. She definitely likes girls.

Amelia paused, wondering if she should change her own name in the story? Nah. Slipping herself it was totally meta. All the best writers did that! But now for the payoff. All those hero-worshipering goons have this coming.

Super Angel meets Ultimate Rose in mid-air over the city. Everyone is counting on her to stop the villain. She strikes a heroic pose and says super loudly “You have to stop being bad, blah blah blah I’m a hero blah blah.” because heroes always say boring stuff. Rose’s scent and powers beat Heather so easily, completely dominating her mind. They have the same powers but it’s no contest. Heather becomes Rose’s pet, the only other person in the world strong enough to squeeze Rose's perfect boobs as they have girl-girl sex in the sky at superspeed. Only a minute later they’ve both come two dozen times. Heather’s laugh is as evil as Rose’s now, because she’s not a nice girl anymore and her costume is all black. She is so happy have become a villian because villiains are always better and now she can use her powers any way she wants! She can fuck anyone she wants and fly anywhere she wants. Because that’s what happens to heroes that try to stop Rose! So there!

Amelia panted as she tapped out newer and darker fantasies as she wrote, getting nice and carried away with herself with the idea of Rose and Heather making out like horny gods right above her home. The thought of the most beautiful, seductive, love-commanding redhead ever given all of the powers of the comic world’s most powerful paragon was now seducing a sexy novice supergirl over to the dark side was driving her wild with desire.

-Click-

She hit enter, starting to reread her new chapter and rubbing herself even harder. God, she wanted to be fucked to pieces by Ultimate Rose and now by Super Angel, over and over. How about at the same time? The filling in a sandwich between two buxom indestructible hardbody supergirls.

Amelia felt her usual post-writing sleepiness coming on. She started to curl up, but was very confused when moments later, about as long as it takes an infinitely strong and floating shop girl to rip her own clothes off, she heard a girl faintly shouting “...to meeeeEEEE!?” right through her closed window…

She went to the window and opened it, sticking her head out to listen. It seemed quiet now. Huh. Still, it was a nice day out so she decided to leave it open.

Amelia stumbled uneasily back to her bedside. It was just some silly coincidence. Her imagination was playing tricks. She hadn’t gotten enough sleep after she became such a popular writer. That was it!

Whoa, did the voice just shriek “Fuck yes! I AM ULTIMATE POWER!!”? Ha! That was a great line, but it wasn’t in her story. So it just had to be some woman having way too much fun roleplaying over in the next block.

…But it sure sounded like Heather.

Amelia, eyelids feeling really heavy, tried to focus on her phone. She should write another chapter with Ultimate Rose …and evil Heather. A little drool escaped her mouth. Her new character was kind of taking over her inspiration. Less than 30 seconds of writer’s block later, the voice was back, but this time it was building up to screams of absolute ecstacy. Electrified by the sound, Amelia lunged back over to the window, sticking her head out. Did it really sound like it was coming from the direction of the mall? And it still sounded a lot like Heather. That is if Heather had suddenly learned to moan like the best phone sex girl to ever live and was faking a monster orgasm over the speakers for a rock concert. The mall was three miles away!

Goddamn, it really sounded like her co-worker’s voice wafting in her bedroom window, now. The volume was steadily increasing too as it-can’t-be-Heather fired off a ridiculously prolonged orgasm before screaming out “Touch me. Oh, god, TOUCH ME!” and starting right into a second. The whole performance left Amelia imagining Heather’s blonde ponytails shaking as her newly super-sensitive body hung in midair thrashing helplessly under the impact of orgasms 30, 40, and 50 times better than any girl had ever had. That was the best line in the chapter. A final wail of mindless overwhelming ecstasy says the owner of that dulcet voice agrees. Whoever it was faking those sounds, Amelia was suddenly intensely jealous.

After the echoes of the final sweet cry of pleasure faded there was a long pause and the faintest sound of laughter.

See? It’s over. She starts to turn away from the window because it’s all just a coinciden-- BOOOM!

Head whipping back to her window, Amelia could see bits of roof go geysering up from the top of the much despised mall as a tiny glowing missile shot skyward.

A commanding, musical voice boomed out over the city like thunder from the clear sky.

“You have to stop being bad, blah blah blah I’m a hero blah blah.”

No one on the ground would hear the much quieter reply: “Ok, how the quacking duck did I get here?!?”

Amelia, hearing her own supremely witty dialogue being copied on some kind of loudspeaker just stared at her phone in rage. Seriously? Was someone hacking her story and playing some kind of gag on her? She’d only published it like five minutes ago!!

But as a sweet scent drifted in her window, outraged quickly turned to… vaguely horny. What a great prank! She must have the best fans. It was only natural, since she was writing the best comics story out there. And it would be so cool if Heather really was into girls, even if she wasn’t super. Maybe she could roleplay, ripping off her shirt… Only it wasn’t roleplay and there really was a superhumanly sexy body under there.

Amelia grunted. Wow, if she was getting this turned on, Super Angel was gonna need to be big in the next chapter for sure!

All the excitement was still no match for her usual writing fatigue. She pulled on an oversized shirt, then climbed into bed, never noticing the subtle, sweet poison taking over the whole city.

Chapter 5R - Two Blossoms, One Weed

“Ok, how the quacking duck did I get here?!?”

And more interestingly, who was this sexy flying blonde talking shit?

The new girl was looked pretty powerful, maybe even a match for her, but Rose was literally born to beat heroes. The answer to Rose’s second question turned out to be a very horny angel who was under her spell in about 6 seconds flat.

The next 60 seconds were much, much better. Probably the best minute of Rose’s life, and she’d been having some great ones the last few days. Definitely the first time she’d multiple orgasmed twenty-four times with just one lover.

After the fun superspeed sex montage “Super Angel” was now definitely a fallen angel and also her willing plaything, to be enjoyed and discarded. And best of all, her new pet had the answer for her most burning question of all. She knew exactly who was the author of the story that had transformed them both, and that their house was directly below them.

One cream-and-crimson blur later, the fiery haired superhuman weaponized love bomb was floating, toes pointed eight inches above the carpet in Amelia’s room. One hearbeat after that, her co-worker Heather, now sexified beyond all human limits, appeared next to her in a black strappy swimsuit that was nothing short of pornographic on her hyper-developed figure. The platinum blonde angel was heartbreakingly gorgeous, mindblowingly sexy… and completely ecplised next to the literal Avatar of Sex whose long leg she was slowly humping midair. The sound of multiple sonic booms and a gush of wind ruined the dignified majesty of Ultimate Rose’s arrival a few seconds later.

The corrupted hero that used to be Heather Jennsen spoke in a voice that was pure sweet nectar. “It’s definitely her, mistress. She did this to me. I can barely stop myself from fucking her to death ont the spot. I need her so bad…” Her worlds came out all in a rush and then for some reason Heather looked like she was trying to hold her breath.

Rose nodded, reaching out to caress the floating girl’s face, an action that would have sent any other woman on the planet into a fatal seizure. The only toy she hadn’t broken yet. Yet. Another turn of events too good to be true. Like so many things that had happened to her these last few days.

“So you’re the one who’s been writing about me...” Rose sized up the unremarkable American girl.

Amelia’s eyes widened at both her erotic fantasy creations hovering before her in all of their tantalizing flesh. Blue-eyed blonde Heather was a Nordic beauty gorgeous beyond words, but Rose… Those fiery red locks she’d written about, that piercing green gaze, the adorable dusting of freckles, and that accent…!

Amelia’s eyes swept down those disproportionately long, powerfully muscled thighs and the sinuous lines of her lithe calves, tapering off into her neat ankles and those pretty, delicate feet...

That shredded midsection framed by her long, powerful arms, sculpted to powerful perfection...

And the sight of Rose’s far oversized breasts, proudly defying gravity in their perfect spherical beauty. Orbs of pornographic flesh exceeding all the prose she’d written and demanding Amelia’s attention even more profoundly than she could have possibly imagined in her wildest fantasy... those beautiful pink nipples crowning her full, lush breasts drawing Amelia’s fully enraptured attention as they glowed with powerful energy...

Like tens of thousands before her, Amelia lost control of her body and mind when confronted with her creation. By her words, Rose Callahan had become infinite lust made flesh. She began to orgasm violently before her fictional goddess.

“Hard to believe you were the mastermind behind it all, but...” Rose blurred to Amelia’s computer and dismissed the screensaver. She swept Amelia’s cheap chair against the wall with a halfhearted flick of her wrist where it crumpled into a piece of misshapen modern art. Sitting in midair with one long leg crossed over the other, Rose bobbed up and down reading Amelia’s posts while idling massaging her bulging breast flesh. Heather blurred into existence behind her to faithfully attend Rose’s other breast, though the redhead seemed to ignore her. It took superstrength to make the tantalizing mounds look as soft and squishy as merely human breasts.

I just wanted to write a fun little story about Rose V. Callahan gaining the powers of Venom Vixen. She’s already got a ‘V’ in her name, for god’s sake! I just really like her. She’s so pretty and famous and I have the hugest girl crush on her! Rose, if you somehow see this silly smutty story of mine, I hope you don’t mind!

“No, Amelia.”  Rose laughed, tweaking her long nipples at superspeed the way not even Heather could match. “I don’t mind your silly, smuttly story about me. In fact…” A gentle squeeze of her heavy breast and a few seconds of pinching later, Rose moaned as her pink peak fired a huge, destructive laser, disintegrating a huge, smoky hole right through Amelia’s bedroom wall and setting buildings on fire for three blocks while her unleashed pheromones flooded the room. “...I’m becoming a fan.”

She continued reading. Everything Amelia had written had come true, but Rose's expression soured as she quickly realized the things that had actually happened to her were much better and more detailed than any of this drivel on the screen. Who says ‘extra, extra, extra sexy’? Her 'creator' was a hack. Actually, that might be unfair to hacks. She was just… bad.

“Tch. I guess this is it, isn’t it? It’s kinda garbage. I’m amazed I turned out as well as I did.” She ran her hands down over her naked levitating perfection with no shame at all, unconsciously releasing another cloud of her love molecules as Amelia’s eye’s bulged and Heather’s long, lean body flinched in orgasm. “I love the body, but I’m not sure I love you messing with my mind…"

“So... hottt!!” Amelia cried as her body continued to tremble in unabated orgasms. She struggled to keep her eyes open and focused on an impossible ideal of perfection that couldn’t have existed in the real world... But did. One was just sitting there in midair, casually flying!

“Just kidding! I love being a villain! And then you even came up with this glorious piece of ass and programed her to lust after you.” She squeezed Heather’s cannonball buttocks hard enough to make a supergirl squeal. And Heather did. “I might not have found you without your little author insert. But, you really did write this before it all happened to me. How did you do it?” Rose ordered the poor fiction author.

Amelia just made whimpering bubbling noises. She wanted to obey. Oh god, she wanted to. But her pointed toes and clenched body rendered her incapable of speech as her pussy lips pulsed and contracted in orgasmic ecstasy while staining her bed with her love juices. She just couldn’t stop coming! Was she going to die of pleasure? Would her heart explode like who knows how many she'd already killed with her wonderful story?

“Answer me!” Rose ordered once more. She couldn’t help but feel aroused at the effect she was having over her presumed creator. She really loved having her powers. And using them. But evidently that was only because this stupid fanfic said she did… But if she lashed out at the hapless girl, would something happen to her own infinite power? What price would she pay for slaying her author?

Rose dialed it back, seeing the telltale signs Amelia’s organs were going to shut down from her sensual assault. No, this little dweeb girl needed to last a long, long time. As immortal as herself, even. And if Rose had to put up with the comics nerd that long, she’d need to be a fitting addition to Rose’s entourage, remade as at least as beautiful, powerful, and responsive as Heather. Plus, it wouldn’t suck to have a second pet strong enough to fondle her adequately.

“Well, can’t hurt to try, at least,” Rose mused, still floating in the air. Cracking her neck and her knuckles, the lascivious, self-pleasure seeking villainess opened up the submission page. “This story needs a happy ending. For ME.”

Her hands and fingers began to blur at superspeed over Amelia’s keyboard, words spilling onto the screen. All the true fans were going to love it. Amelia’s ironic comeuppance: the horny author becomes Heather’s equal in beauty and power, but forever enslaved by Rose’s beauty. Then a plot twist, with Adam coming back as a plant zombie so Rose could punish her boorish ex-boyfriend forever for being the last person to ever hold her back. Followed by a touching sequence where Rose accented her dominant villain personna with the best bits of her original personality, an immortal being of endless carefree delight whose powers gained a few wickedly delicious upgrades along the way… And then for a grand finale: to be certain no one threatened Rose’s eternity of hedonistic pleasure and casual destruction ever again, the unexplained power behind the stories vanishes forever without any explanation at all.

“Oooo! Cliffhanger, bitches!” Rose giggled.

-Click-

Nothing happened.

“Well, shit. Seemed like a good idea at the time.” Rose shrugged, gazing at her nearly deceased creator. “Hmmmf. Either I stay a goddess or it’s been a great run. Either way, I’m not staying in this dump another second.”

A hole suddenly appeared in the ceiling, plaster and beams launching skyward as Rose blasted upward to enjoy what might be her final flight.

Silence descended on the room, disturbed only by Amelia’s last, sputtering breaths.

“Mistress? I think I know what to do…?” Heather offered. Completely forgotten, the newly made villainess looked upward, desolate at having been casually abandoned by her lover. With Rose’s pheremones receding, her eyes grew clear, intelligent, and cruel.

“What about my happy ending?”

In the blink of an eye, she read Rose’s chapter and her fingers becan to flicker over the keyboard. A few lines of text later Rose and Amelia both fell madly in love with her the way she had loved Rose. Rose’s personality reconstruction was intriguing, but she was quite happy being a villainess now. The extra upgrades Rose had given herself really were clever, so Heather copied them to herself, but also slipped in a new rule that the two evil lovers doubled in power every time they climaxed together. Because what villain doesn’t want to be a few millions of times more powerful after a couple of good lays? They’d be immortal goddesses forever! All while leaving Amelia as an eternally optimistic hero locked at the exact levels she’d first given Heather, minus the super smarts, of course. Their pet supergirl would try to oppose them, failing over and over while Heather got to ravish the girl’s sweet indestructible body as often as she wanted! Perfect.

With a few final keystrokes the last fanfic story the world would ever need was ready to resubmit. And every word was true… or would be. Scooping up Amelia’s limp form and floating over to the keyboard, Heather pressed Amelia’s slack finger to the enter key, making it technically her submission. Her final and total submission.

-Click-

The nearly dead Amelia jerked in Heather’s powerful arms, her eyes snapping wide open and gasping. She felt warm, and strong, and like everything was… stretching? Fuck, it felt so goood! Heather’s dark laughter filled the bedroom as the wanton supergirl pulled the transforming Amelia across her now horizontal body like a living blanket. Floating well above the bed, Heather unleashed all the the sexual urges Amelia had writen into her soul with her cheap fanfic, coiling around her creator and creation, caressing her with upthrust breasts and lightning quick fingers and tongue. She pounded the helpless object of her unquenchable lust so hard and fast the smaller girl should have exploded into pink mist. Instead, Amelia moaned seductively, her body now levitating on its own and rapidly growing into the perfect super-lover her author had commanded she become. Just like Heather had been forced to grow into Amelia's fantasies. In lust and goddesshood, turnabout was definitely fair play.

The sultry feminine panting, moaning, and grunting intensified, shaking walls and shattering windows for blocks around, interrupted only by a matching pair of startled ‘eeep’s when Amelia’s phone made a loud pop and the screen turned black.

Oooo! Cliffhanger, bitches!

Epilogue - Another Perspective

Heather Jennsen knows one thing was absolutely true: Rose Callahan had been very pretty when she’d first started following her. But now the redhead was the most goddamn gorgeous woman to ever exist and Heather would do anything to have sex with her.

She was hiding out in the changing rooms at work because her annoying manager never went in the women’s side. Most people were following the video out of Japan after the staggering Irish beauty came off her hijacked plane and somehow became even more fuckably beautiful before wiping out the police waiting for her, and then the entire city, and maybe most of the country. She didn’t need to watch the clips anymore - it was burned into her mind’s eye.

No, what Heather was scrolling through now were stories that seemed to alway precede Callahan’s on-screen appearances. A new writer ‘Aardward’ had only shown up in the last few days and only seemed to post on PowerErotica.com. Not entirely surprising she was sticking to one site, since she kind of sucked. But people were catching on that Aardward had the inside track, at least when it came to Rose’s skyrocketing looks and again with her now nation-wrecking powers. It was far from a perfect fit, but Heather knew there was something there…

And now there was something more. A new story had just been posted! She’d be the very first Callahan  fan to read it! Yes! She opens the page and starts eagerly reading.

The first paragraph was sort of a recap, now that Rose had gone full apocalyptic villain. But the blonde’s eyes grow wider and wider as she reads the second.

With such a powerful villain on the loose, Heather Jennsen sees it all on TV and wishes that she wasn't just some regular clerk at MCKenney’s! Someone needs the power to stand up to this villain! If only SHE were a super-powerful hero, SHE would stop villains like Ultimate Rose.

What. The. Hell?

First, she didn’t want to fight Rose, she wanted to bed her. And second, What. The. Hell? How was she personally in this crazy story, now? Did the author know her from somewhere? She obviously knew where Heather worked!

Heather kept reading with growing anticipation. Some of the grammar was terrible and the writer actually bragged they were “getting gooder” right in the middle of the story! What a moron. But inside the slobbering prose it was mostly about her getting a makeover like Rose’s, only better? And then she- wow. And then she, Wow! And then she…. No fucking way! Heather liked sex a lot, but that was… WOW!

“Oh my god…” she gasps. If this story was true, or would be true, or whatever was going on, she would become an absolutely irresistible and insatiable sexual goddess and then make out with Rose Callahan! Then she turns into a villain! And that last line about ‘her’! “She can fuck anyone she wants and fly anywhere she wants.” Almost like the author knew her darkest fantasies. …But to really do that sort of thing in real life? People would die. She’d be an monster!

…Which was soooo hot.

She slowly lowers her phone in awe tinged with fear as the TV in central area of the changing rooms switches itself on. Heather laughs nervously, carefully positioning her phone to record what might be coming next. Just in case. She notices the TV is tuned to the news, of course, because now she’ll “see it all on TV.” Aardward had nailed the opening at least, because at that moment she’s definitely wishing she wasn’t just just some regular clerk. And she promises the powers that be if she had the power, she would stop villains like Rose. …Just not Rose herself.

She giggles, sliding through the first huge loophole in Aardward’s story even as she feels a strange, wonderful power flowing into her. She lets out a shuddering gasp of arousal. Her dress starts getting tight as all her curves begin to fill out, and her blonde head starts to rise even higher as her legs lengthen.

“Holy shit, it’s happening!” She was about to be… Irresistible and insatiable. She just had to do dodge the rest of the traps in the story and find a way to write her own happy ending. Turning back to the changing stall mirror she grabs wadded hunks of her hoodie in her fists, eagerly pulling it apart like the classic ‘Big S reveal’, wanting desperately to see what lies beneath. She must have already started getting stronger, because the heavy cloth tears like tissue paper in her slender hands. Tugging on her hoodie somehow shreds her dress and panties too, leaving her largely naked with a single rip. The sight of the beautiful and still swelling breasts - her breasts! - reflected in the mirror immediately makes her as horny as she’s ever been. Her pink nipples harden and even her clit swells up into view as she goes up on tip toe, then leaves the floor behind entirely. She hopes she’s laid her phone down at the right angle to catch all her fun that was still to come. And come. And come…

"What is happening to meeeee!?" she shouts out her cheesy lines with total gusto, flinching when somehow her powerful voice actually does shatter the skylight and all the windows in the building. Only she’s read the script and knows quite well what was happening to her. Floating in the changing room, she has to push off the ceiling to avoid banging her head. She had started out quite tall. By now she had to be coming up on 190cm! Almost every man would have to look up to her now, even if she were barefoot. God, this was the best! But her amusement was dampened by the rising screams of pain and surprise from the handful of customers in the store permanently deafened by her incredible bellow. All she can do is hope they have the good sense to run, because she’s gonna get a lot louder.

Her efforts to crane her neck and see what's happening in the rest of the store end abruptly when Heather’s eyes are literally pulled back to the mirror, forcing her to watch every part of herself improving. She couldn’t say what her redheaded crush had felt when she got her first dose of beauty, but her turn feels absolutely great! She’s never, ever felt sexier! But this next bit is the part she’s been waiting for. A throw away line that Aardward obviously didn’t think through. Something not even Rose had recieved with all her enhancements.

Heather’s mind suddenly expands and accelerates to fantastical levels. “She’s even super smart” echoes through her brain because she now remembers every word she’s ever heard or read in her entire life with perfect clarity. All the little snips of foreign languages she’s heard someone say click together like puzzle pieces, leaving her instantly fluent in 18 more languages. She even sees the obvious flaws in general relativity and solves them in about a second, all while musing how easy it would be for Earth first organic super intelligence to checkmate every supercomputer in the world. At the same time, of course. Wonderful things are happening to her body, but she is more than capable of enjoying it all in exquisite detail while also furiously building a brilliant fortress around her mind, a place she can always and forever remain totally herself. She does tune back in just in time to enjoy the arrival of her extra super orgasmic breasts and an angelic super pussy. Because experiencing that in real time is exactly Heather’s kind of fun!

She’s studied the original live video of Callahan’s first transformation dozens of times with hungry, lustful eyes. To surpass her, to outright double Rose’s winsome sexiness and do it in less than half the time means launching Heathers sex appeal into orbit on a rocket! For thirty seconds, Heather just relaxes into her divine transformation, cooing softly and gently stroking herself.

Graceful, powerful hands rise up her hourglass torso, homing in on her outhrust erogenous peaks. They’re well into porn-star volume, but purfectly shaped, utterly defiant of gravity, and all-natural. At least for ceratin broad definitions of ‘natural’. Her wanton fingers sink into their pillowly softness, her index fingers poised to flick her nipples. One sereptitious squeeze of her new mounds and the answering blast of pleasure is more intense than anything she’s ever felt before.

“Six extra’s worth of extra sexy.” she whispers, checking her progress in the mirror. Aardward’s prose is garbage, but the results are sometimes surprising. Looking in the mirror there is a subtle softness to her features that make her look almost four or five years younger, framed by pale yellow ponytails, that reach all the way to her ass. It’s a youthful elfen face fit for the hotted cheerleader to ever exist. And her little angel wing tattoos had grown to cover most of her back, lit with a lusty pink glow. Another of her dozens of captivating changes. One a scale of one to ten Heather knows she’s a twent- Just kidding. The number you are looking for is now ‘Goddess’. It is a large number.

Heather lets out a long satisfied sigh, readying herself for the next act in this immorality play, maybe a little sad how badly it’s going to end for pretty much everyone at the mall but her. And then it happens. A beam of weird starlight fills the dressing room and all at once “she gets all of the Rose’s Ultimate powers, too, which feels incredible!”

That last part is an understatement. Heather Jennsen becomes the second young woman that day to become absolutely Ultimate. Not a single window in the entire mall survives her explosive cry of delight as her speed and strength and senses and invunerability explodes past any sane limit. She feels every molecule of her body become saturated with… the freedom to do anything she wants.

“Fuck yes! I AM ULTIMATE POWER!!”

Opening her luminous eyes at last, the incalculable power inside her lanced out as brilliant beams of energy. Curious to see how much she can bend the text of the story, she looks into the mirror instead of looking down. Sure enough, the slightly difused beams bounce back, reducing the rags still clinging to her to ash. While she knew it would feel good, she gasps in surprise just how ridiculously good it feels. She knows those beams are far more destructive than bullets, and are still incapable of harming her. She’s a living fantasy of sex and power and all her old ideas about extreme pleasure are pathetic compared to the slightest brush of her long soft hair against her incredible breasts. Its definitely no burden to have to fondle herself while she waits for Brad’s inevitable appearance, the foreknowlege of what comes after she utterly dominates him sends sweet tremors of anticipation throbbing through her impervious flesh. She’s never been this horny before because it was literally imposible for her to be this aroused.

“Heather? You… ok?” Brad stumbles in, ears bleeding. He tried to run away after her first deafening outburst, but instead found himself in the women’s swimwear section, scooping up a white one piece so lewdly revealing it could not possibly be part of MCKenney’s stock. When her second shout sent hundreds of shoppers all around the mall screaming for their lives, he couldn’t stop his feet from carrying him towards the source, some silent presence promising him that he would be richly rewarded for delivering the suit to his co-worker, not that she would ever wear shuch a thing.

The vision floating in the changing room is more than he ever hoped for. Some part of his brain recognizes the erotic goddess stroking herself before him used to be Heather. The rest of his brain tells him to shut up and start masturbating. But his body can’t move at all as the angelic being before him starts to moan with increasing urgency, her hands dancing back and forth across her body but never missing the chance to squash and tug and bounce her glorious breasts in passing. The angel floats over Brad, waving her incomparable chest in his face.

Looking down at Brad, Heather wonders how tall is she? Even if she were standing on the ground she’d loom over him. A glace at the mirror and her brain instantly assesses her height at precisely 2 meters. That was even more than she’d been hoping for as she grew! She had been about the same height as Brad when she first started reading Aardward’s new chapter. Now she had over 20cm on him. She stretched languidly in mid-air, teasing him on purpose now, her confidence in herself and her sensual impact suddenly growing a lot more than just twenty centimeters. She wasn’t just breathtakingly desirable, she was a breathtakingly desirable Amazon!

With a strained groan, he comes. The stain spreading on his jeans makes it obvious, despite his half-hearted attempts to hide it.

Heather can hardly believe it. She got him off with nothing but pure beauty! She didn’t have to touch him, she didn’t say a word. She is that breathtakingly gorgeous now and the swaggering self-confidence it gives her launches her arousal into the heavens, waves of ever increasing pleasure storming the fortress of her awareness. Make no mistake, she’s had sex before. Even a multiple orgasm once. But none of the comes close to preparing her for the first screaming super orgasm rushing towards her.

“Touch me. Oh, god, TOUCH ME!” the angel demands in the throaty voice of lust and Brad has no choice but to obey, hands lifting to clutch her perfect breasts in the most sacred of pervert prayers. Unable to even dimple the supergirl’s invulnerable flesh, the added stimulation of his scurrying fingers, the constant unexpected surprise of his frenzied groping, and the realization the strongest man in the world won’t have enough strength in his entire body to overcome even her little pinky takes Heather right over the top. A rapturous tsunami of ecstasy 30 times better ‘than the best girl orgasm ever’ rocks her soul hard. Before now she never had even one truely world class climax. Now she can unleash one with every single squeeze of her super breasts and with her blurred fingers flicking her nipples and clit faster than the Brad’s eyes can follow she’s doing a lot more than just squeezing…

The screams and moans come quick, and fast, and passionate. And impossibly loud, triggering erections and wimpering for blocks around the mall as hundreds of mortals respond to the breathy cries of an angel. Heather is in absolute heaven, bliss flowing through every artery and vein. She keeps it going for several minutes before exhausting not her body, but the limits of her courage. She’s afraid she could go on like that for days…

“That was wonderful.” she announces with a sexy sigh, flipping her disheveled hair back over her naked shoulders. And yet she’s instantly ready to go again, discovering her newfound sexual stamina is entirely undimished by her 30x orgasm. She is so grateful this is happening to her!

Kneeling before the screaming angel, Brad’s organs have turned to comeplete mush under the furious vibration of her howls of pleasure. She’s killed him but he can’t die yet - he still has a part to play in her story.

The 40x orgasm that was fortold begins ripping through Heathers tender, indestructable flesh. She lowers herself to Brad’s face, allowing him to lick, and suck and even bite her spectacular pink nipples, triggering all new layers of ecstacy from her breasts, leaving her own hands free for other duties she’s never dared to attempt before. Her arms fold down her front and back, carressing her groin and buttocks. Paired fingers that could poke holes through a bank vault door simultaneously plunge into her pussy and ass, pistoning in and out in a blur as she stokes her secret places over 75 times a second. Even her hyper-intelligence collapses into animal lust as the full power of her second super-gasm takes her. Her wild screams are absolutely genuine as she’s boiled alive in seething pleasure that would have killed the former Heather Jennsen five times over. Such pleasure is reserved for the gods. But this new and so vastly improved Heather guzzles it down, licks her lips, and without pause is eager for more!

Heather has a final gift to offer the condemed young man. It seems only fair, knowing she’ll soon kill him in accordance to the plot controlin them both. With a surgically precise glance, Brad’s clothes fall to pieces around his shaking legs. She spreds her throbbing lower lips with her long fingers, knowing he could never pierce her steely passage without assistance. His eyes roll back as she plunges his rigid rod into the  gates of heaven. Her muscular contractions pull him irresitably deeper into the hot, slick, fluttering temple of her sex. It’s a gift that is returned to Heather a hundred fold as she discovers that a super pussy really is far more sensitive than super breasts. She hisses through her teeth, bottoming out his mediocre length in a single stroke, fighting back the urge to clamp down her inner muscles, knowing his manhood would burst like a banna hit by an anvil. Her long shapely legs wrap around his hips in an inescapable cage and she rises up into the air, driving him deep inside herself with her slender but impossibly strong ankles. Her generosity and even mercy is quickly swamped by the pure carnal fire surging through her body and once again her cries quicken and deepen. This! This is what Heather Jennsen was born to become!

Her vibrating hands bury themselves in her heaving bust, triggering explosions of lust as her humping pace jackhammers Brad’s overstimulated penis into her core. He clutches the nearly forgotten swimsuit in his hands like a talisman as Heather’s once-kind eyes close and she goes completely wild. She’s more savage animal than graceful angel now, her relentless pursuit at any cost of the prophecy of her 50x super-gasm washing away the last of her human fears, hesitancy, and regrets. There is no denying she is on a whole other plane of being now, reborn as a living goddess, entitled to enjoy pleasures mortals would never survive and She. Fucking. Loves it! The screams of her delight go on and on as she takes everything Brad has and gives back only herself, all her superhuman passion completely unfiltered and unrestrained.

As her climax unfolds, blazing beams whip back and forth across the fitting room, leaking from her clenched eyes as her head twists and snaps side to side to the erratic rhythm of body-wrenching spasms. In moments they are joind by two more beams from her breasts that slice through the walls like fog. Cars and buildings all around the mall catch fire as people scream or are are just erased by the sweeping blasts from her breasts. She hears it all with ultimate hearing, but the energy blazing out of her chest feels so good she doesn’t even try to restrain herself. She’s too intent on reveling in the impossibly powerful orgasm she has unleashed at last, losing her goddess-virginity in spectacular fashion. Aardward doesn’t seem like the type of writer to consider the collateral damage a newborn goddess might cause just by existing.

Drifting down from uncharted sexual heights, a languid and dreamy Heather gently releases Brad’s battered and unconscious form to flop limply on the carpeted floor. He curls into a ball, his mind gone. She destroyed him utterly with her divine lust and all the pleasure her incomparable body and flawless sexual prowess could bestow.

She can’t help but shiver with dark arousal at that. She, Heather Jennsen, just slaughtered dozens and fucked a guy’s brains out. That wasn’t in the script, so it was all her doing. Done with her skill, sacrificed to her needs. It was good for him, but it was so much better for her. And destiny was already whispering ‘it will not be the last time’.

Plucking the swimsuit from his weakly spasming grasp, she examined the lace and cords dangling from her fingers. Her breathing quickend as she imagined herself actually daring to wear such a beautiful, scandalous thing. Then she burst into truely joyous laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding? I’m already horny again!” She used to joke about never getting tired of making out, but now it seemed like she really was never going to get tired of making out! That was awesome!

Heather pulls on the skimpy white swimsuit and twirls, the sleek, teasing lines reinforcing the angelic theme of her beauty even more. God, the white mesh barely covered anything! She can hardly believe she’s wearing something so naughty and feeling no embarrassment whatsoever. Brad was basically dead and even he had blood come gushing out his nose just from being in the presence of it displayed across her glorious body.

Heather mentally reread the next paragraph of her destiny, feeling the hot, sweaty desperately horny need for her weirdo co-worker settle into her soul. It was pretty obvious now that Amelia was Aardward. It didn’t take a super genius to follow those breadcrumbs. But funny thing: because of the novice writer’s love of terrible purple prose, all Heather had to do to dodge the bullet was not breathe very often. Easy peasy for Super Angel!

But there was one more solo ride she couldn’t avoid and didn’t want to. With a single word, she’d climax even harder than her big five-oh? Bring it on! At this point, she was pretty sure she could take it.

“Amelia.”

Drops of angel nectar splashed across Brad’s dying face, setting his whole body spasming with lust. Heather’s face was a classic mask of ecstasy, eyes clenched shut and mouth drawn into a silent scream, falling to her knees because even her legs gave out as she rode the massive multi-climax without having to touch herself at all.

“Holy shit!” She gasps, her eyes visibly blazing with pleasure. “This story is bullshit. That really was better! How is that even possible?” But apparently it was, when you had a body like hers. Maybe she could-

Goddamit. No time to experiment. She had a meeting that wasn’t going to wait. And a little redecorating to do on her way out. She looked up and sneered at the ceiling. Her X-ray eyes peered right through the painted plaster to the supports behind, her supercomputing mind instantly plotting the point that would cause catastrophic failure. Throwing back her arms she rose up on her tip toes.

“Consider this my resignation, you jerks.” Without any more preamble, she instantly accelerated to a casual Mach 3.2, punching breasts-first through the most massive critical steel beam in the whole building, turning solid steel to nothing more than a hot splash across her tits without them even bouncing from the impact. God, she was so fucking awesome now!

“Oops!” she laughed, rising above the mall and playing her part to perfection. Huge sections of roof fell in, finishing off poor Brad at last and taking out her boss as a bonus. MCKenney’s was dumb, and she gave no ‘F’s at all about her manager getting squashed. But it was Amelia who really had no idea what was about to hit her. Rising higher into the air Heather climaxed again, not from the sudden, hot stimulation of her metal-splattering tits, but because this whole world was almost hers. She was already ridiculously superior. Irresistible and Insatiable. After she claimed her double-dozen fuck with Rose, she’d get off this railroad of a story, slip away and fly down into Amelia’s lair. And once she’d pleasured that little comic-nerd into submission, Heather would have her happily ever after and write the final chapter of her ascension herself. Amelia’s comic book fetish was cute, be she was thinking bigger. Much bigger. Because when it came to Heather’s power, the best word to put in front of it was infinite.

And for once, a chapter with Aardward’s name on it was going to have the right goddamned punctuation!

Rose materialized right on time. Heather strikes a pose and belts out her line, trying not to die of embarrassment when she actually says “blah, blah, blah.” It was pitch perfect.

Heather had it all under control.

…Until she didn’t. Even holding her breath, Rose’s scent goes through all her carefully planned defenses like a chainsaw. Within 6 seconds her last bit of agency was downing in a sea of desire and the 24 rapid fire orgasms with the girl she lusted after even before they both got enhanced wasn’t helping. She didn’t just lust after Rose, she loved her! Loved her forever. Inside Heather cried, even as outside she meekly directed her mistress straight to the ultimate prize.

And she was a villain now, no pretending required there. The black swimsuit looked way better on her, anyway. But her beautiful mind was almost as broken as Brad’s. The descent into Amelia’s bedroom becomes a hazy dream. A dream of staying with Rose. Touching her. Tasting her. She had to stay with Rose!

And then Rose is gone.

“Mistress? I think I know what to do…?” she offers the empty air where Rose had been.

This was it, the chance she had calculated, more or less. But the parameters had changed. She still wanted all the power. And after that godly hyper-sex, she demanded that Rose be hers, forever. But she also couldn’t betray Rose. She loved her Irish villain. And she loved being a villain too. That left her with some delicious moral compromises.

“What about my happy ending?”