
"Hey Agatha, thanks for letting me swing by." Candice gave her
old mentor a heart melting smile. Every smile Candice made was
heart melting ever since her husband enhanced her superpowers,
and when she used the physical enhancement magic that Agatha
had helped her unlock, her smile was downright soul stealing.
Candice kept a tight lid on the beauty enhancement side of
her magic, but other than that she didn't do much to help
people deal with the inevitable distraction of being around
the sexiest woman alive. The tight black jeans, stiletto
ankle boots, and maroon tube top she was wearing certainly
didn't do anything to help matters.

Still, if anyone was equipped to handle Candice's presence,
it was Agatha, "Oh of course, anything for the Magus!"

"You're really love reminding me, huh?" Candice chuckled.
Agatha had been the old Magus, the strongest practitioner
of magic on Earth, charged with keeping everyone safe, but
she had handed it off to Candice just as soon as her apprentice
could handle the responsibilities. The 700 year old witch
had never liked being Magus, and she never hesitated to
gloat about having managed to shed the responsibilities.

"What can I say, you're my greatest accomplishment. A fully
automated device for dealing with all the annoying parts of
magic so I can have fun!" Agatha cackled.

Candice rolled her eyes and stepped through the doorway
of Agatha's cottage. Normally she would have had to duck,
but with a flutter of her nails she warped the door
frame to stretch up and over her like it was made of elastic.
She wouldn't even have needed to use the nail extensions
which served as her magical focus, much like a wand or
staff, if it were not for the wards in the stones of
Agatha's cottage. Her eyes fell on a complicated nest
of flasks and beakers set on the large laboratory table
which occupied most of the room. She and Agatha were probably
the only people on earth who even knew what the setup was
for, though Candice had only read about the theory. Despite
the complexity of the setup and her relative lack of familiarity,
Candice recognized it nearly immediately. "You're making
5000 proof vodka? Why?"

"I made a bet with a fairy," Agatha grinned like a schoolboy
who had just dipped a pigtail in ink.

Candice sighed, "of course you did. Wasn't warning me about messing
with the fey, like, the third thing you taught me?"

Agatha rolled her eyes, "don't be such a mother hen!"

Candice sputtered, "I'm not a mother hen! You're like my
great-to-the-tenth grandma's age."

"And don't you forget it, youngun!" Agatha flew up in the
air briefly to boop Candice on the nose, having to reach
far enough over the much larger woman's shelf like bust
to do so that her elbow was above Candice's yawning
cleavage.

"Whatever, you're right, you're a big girl, I won't ask about the
fairy. Mind if I take a look at your rig though?"

"Oh sure, be my guest," Agatha ushered her over to the table, "don't
knock anything over with that huge ass of yours though."

"I never do!" Despite having an ass big enough to burst the arms off
some chairs Candice was graceful enough she never knocked things
over with it, especially since she bound her husband as her
familiar and gained access to all of his powers, including one that
gave her perfect control over her incredible strength.

She walked over to the table and began inspecting the various flasks
and beakers, "hhmmmmmm... oh... and that's the bit that..." she muttered
to herself as she looked. "Sorry, alchemy isn't really my field, mind
if I look stuff up to try to understand it better?"

"Be my guest,"

"Thanks!" Candice beckoned to the door which she had come through, her nails
glowing briefly red when she did so. The cottage reconfigured itself
so that the door lead to the library to allow three different
alchemy manuals to fly through and flip open so Candice could read
them simultaneously. Simultaneous reading had taken Agatha centuries to
master, so it was impressive that Candice could already do it.
Candice fished a hand into her cleavage and tugged several more books
out. The younger witch kept her library in the vast dimension between
her breasts which Agatha had helped her construct along with her phone,
miniaturized railgun, wallet, fully functional x-wing replica, spare sunglasses,
power armor, a few sticks of lipstick, half a dozen of her favorite mech
suits, tissues (nanite tissues never felt right), a fleet of drones more powerful
than the US airforce, various snacks, and all the most dangerous people alive.
Her library wasn't as extensive as Agatha's yet, but she had a good start with
some very rare volumes thanks to some trips to the outer planes she had been making.

After reading for a few minutes, Candice dismissed the books with a flick of
her fingers, causing them to rise up and wait by the rafters until they were
called. All of the rooms in Agatha's cottage had exposed rafters, even the
otherwise perfect replica of King Louis XIV's bedroom. Agatha insisted on it
so she would always have somewhere to hang herbs. "Ok, I needed that theory
refresher. I'm assuming it would be cheating if I just made 100,000 proof
for you?" Candice's primary superpower was that she was the world's strongest
tinker, capable of designing and building just about anything, but her secondary
power was the ability to lactate anything. Before her husband had pumped her up,
she had only been able to lactate mundane substances like water, milk or diesel
fuel, but now she could produce any magical substance out there. It made her
the ultimate alchemist, but one who didn't actually have to know any alchemy.

"Yeah, definitely. We can talk shop though, so if you have any ideas, let
me know,"

"Well, not so much ideas, but I'm more just curious about why you have that
condenser there with the newt eye coolant, wouldn't it be more efficient to use an
exchanger for the newt essence infusion and route the winterslight you're already
using over here through the condenser? I'm probably just missing something dumb,"

"Well that wouldn't work because the winterslight already... actually no, you're
right the potential drop is small enough I can recycle it. Thanks Candice! Good
catch!"

Candice continued looking over the setup for the next half hour. Each of
her suggestions, which were usually phrased as questions, made Agatha
realize a better way to do something.

"Oh, I almost forgot why I came. Mind if I read through Catalog
of Clockwork?"

"Yeah sure, Yellen or Nash?"

"Yellen, Nash is so sloppy I have to fact-check everything he says."

"He was like that in person too. Damn good artificer when he managed
to lay off the absinthe though."

As Candice summoned the book and began rapidly reading through it, committing
everything in it to her tinker's photographic memory, Agatha looked at the
alchemy rig which she would have to completely redo after Candice left.
It was undeniable that her former apprentice was now more magically skilled
and knowledgeable than Agatha, despite being seven centuries her junior and
a late comer to magic besides. The realization made the old witch suddenly
aware of just how much Candice dominated the space. She towered over Agatha
in those 8 inch stilettos of hers and her huge, powerful ass filled the
gap between the table and the wall enough that Agatha couldn't have squeezed
past without disturbing some beakers. Candice's enormous breasts projected out
over the table, blocking her view of the nearest instruments. Each breast wasn't
just larger than Agatha's head, it was large enough to swallow her head. One
had done exactly that on Candice's wedding day when she jokingly dropped a heavy
tit on Agatha's head and her pliant breast flesh had spilled down to cover
Agatha's eyes. Her barrel thighs were each larger than Agatha's torso and but
for a layer of feminine padding on the outside, all dense super powered muscle.
In short, the half-German-American half-Korean superhero absolutely radiated
power and dominance. Agatha had been able to ignore it when she still thought
of Candice as a magically muscular but still inexperienced witch, but now
it was clear that the midnight haired beauty was the better witch than
her in all regards. On top of that, Agatha's former apprentice was still
getting noticeably better every month. Candice deserved to be the Magus
on her own merits, not just because Agatha didn't want to do it.

"Well thanks! That was very helpful! You want to come to Chicago
for dinner tomorrow? We were gonna have Alison and Gordon over.
I think Henry is coming as well."

"You know I gave you that thing so I could avoid leaving Scotland
right?" Agatha jabbed a finger at the Opal of Souls that served
as the badge of office for the Magus, which Candice was wearing
on a choker.

"And yet, here I am, inviting you to dinner halfway around the world.
Don't complain when you can teleport. Come on, you know you'll
have a good time, in fact, as your Magus, I'm ordering you to
come." Candice put her hands on her broad hips. She might have
meant it as a joke, but the pose and the aura of dominance and
power the sexy mage exuded made the order feel real.

"Yes Magus," Agatha said meekly, playing along with the joke that
wasn't really a joke.

Candice chuckled, "I'm glad you're learning your place." She strutted
out the door which stretched to accommodate her bulk once more.

"Y-yeah, I guess I am." Agatha muttered after the younger witch had
left. Unambiguously being only the second best mage on earth was
going to take some getting used to.

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Sheldon lay exhausted beneath his domineering wife, barely able to move
after the way her wrecking ball ass had pounded him into submission
over the last half hour. Every one of his muscles ached, and his fast
healing wasn't helping since she had twisted that power into extra
invulnerability to help him survive her lovemaking. He had never felt
more wrung out by fighting a villain than he did by getting fucked by
Candice. He may have been the world's strongest man, but she had access
to all his strength through the soul bond which bound him to her as a
familiar, and on top of that she could use physical enhancement
magic to multiple her strength millions of times. Even as hard as
she had used him, he knew the gorgeous half-Korean woman atop him
had been holding back for his sake.

Rather than untwist his healing power, she shoved a thick nipple
in his mouth, "suck, pet, suck on Mistress Candice's big fat tit."
He obeyed his wife and as her heavenly milk his his tongue, his
exhaustion somewhat abated, though he still didn't feel strong
enough to lift his arms. She liked to keep him like this, utterly
dominated beneath her, and he liked it when she did. "Pet, I've
been thinking, it might be nice if I could go through your old
memories about using your powers. I want to design a hypno-goggle
program to train myself to use them optimally and I think seeing
all the situations you've used them in would help. You mind?"

"Mmmm-mmmm," he shook his head weakly against her huge tit.

Candice leaned forward to completely fold Sheldon's face in
her tit, casting a water breathing spell that would allow him
to handle the smother without discomfort without a word or
gesture, "I thought you would say so, but just wanted to check.
Let's see..." her nail extension on her index finger glowed and
she pressed it to his temple. She rapidly took in all his memories,
copying them into the iron vault of her mind. "Oh, hmmm, that's
kinda interesting- Sheldon, pet, did you know you boosted your
own power the first time you jerked off after you got your powers?"
She slid down so he could respond.

"Ummm, no. I don't think I did, are you sure."

"Mmmm, yeah, very. It was only a tiny bit since I guess you were not
that attracted to yourself at the time."

"Oh, umm, make- makes sense I guess," he gulped. He was pretty sure
he knew where this was going.

"You know," she said with exaggerated casualness, "I haven't masturbated
since we got married. Why would I when I have the perfect sex toy right
here?" She dug her claws into his meaty chest, though their adamantine
edge was guarded by force so they didn't break the skin. "You think I
should to enhance my power?" His cock, which had flagged a bit due
to his exhaustion, returned to full mast within her. She giggled, "it
looks like little Sheldon thinks I should. I don't know though, I'm
already soooooo strong, don't you think getting even more powerful
would be, like, overkill?" *Zzzzaaap* The adamantine cock ring she
had used to claim him as her familiar on their wedding night shocked
him to interrupt an orgasm. Candice had less painful ways to control
his orgasms, but she liked this one. "Naughty toy, Mistress Candice
didn't give you permission to cum," she admonished. "Well, what do
you think, you think it would be overkill?"

"W-well, I mean you never know what kind of threat there could be,
I mean it's always, you know, good to have more, you know, tools
in your, umm, toolbox," he managed.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, more tools in the toolbox," she chuckled, "that's a
very professional answer, pet, you sure that's your real reason.
Remember, I can see what you're thinking," she snickered.

"Well, that, and, umm-"

"You want Mistress Candice to get even bigger and sexier. You want
me even more powerful, you want to turn me into a goddess,"

*You already are one,* he thought. *Zzzzaaap* "Owwww."

She giggled, "awwww, thanks. You know, I only get one chance at this,
so to do it right I'm gonna have to swear off sex with my big hunky husband
for a while. Probably at least a week. You ok with that?" They rarely went a
day without having sex twice, and had yet to miss a day in the year since they
got married.

"Ummm, yeah, I guess."

"And to get myself in the mood, I'll want to wear lots of sexy outfits
around the house. I mean I know that won't be much of a change, but I should
probably turn it up a few notches, don't you think? And of course I'm not
gonna let you cum the whole time, so you'll have to deal with being around
me but not being able to touch me as I wear practically nothing. I'm
not even gonna let you jerk off. You still ok with it?"

"Ummm, when you put it like-"

"But then at the end of the day, I'll become even stronger, even sexier..."
she leaned down to bite his ear and breathed, "even more dominant." *Zzzzaaap*
she giggled, "I love how easy it is for me to do that. You just can't help
yourself, huh?" *Zzzzaaap* she giggled.


A few weeks later, Candice was sitting in a starship deep in the blackness
between galaxies. She didn't want to have to rely on just her wards and
force fields to contain her passion. Considering how horny exposing herself
to her fully enhanced beauty for the last two weeks had made her, she
wasn't sure her usual containment measures would be enough.

She scrolled through an archived copy of dieselstation dot net looking at
what her most dedicated fans had to say about her. Normally, she avoided
looking at her fan site since even before Sheldon had amped her sex appeal
up to 11, the Diesel fandom had been pretty sexual in nature. The oldest
fan art on the forum depicted her back when she had been 4'10" with boobs
the size of basketballs and an even bigger ass. It showed her looking
tiny next to other superheroes and supervillains, but nearly without
exception it depicted the short stack tinker dominating other capes.
Every one of the villains she had taken down from inside the cockpit
of a mech had been re-imagined into a scenario where she captured them
by pinning them to the ground with her huge ass or smothering them
in her tits. It was in this era that they had already started calling
her "Goddess Diesel" on the forum.

Usership had exploded since she became enhanced and joined the core
Defenders organization, and the new users interest in her was no less
sexual. Literally millions of words of fan fiction had been written
about her. Terrabytes of art had been dedicated to her, almost all of it
depicting her as some degree of dominatrix. Every public image or
video of hers was carefully cataloged and given its own thread
which usually grew to hundreds or thousands of pages. For some
reason, the largest threads were all on images and videos from
her wedding. She thought that was a little funny since then normally
seemed to like seeing her in her costume, especially the miniskirt
and adamantine bustier she had adopted lately, but she had to admit
that she did look absolutely amazing in her wedding photos. The
biggest meme on the forum was "she knows exactly what she's doing"
alongside any scene where she looked particularly dominant. The
forum had grown so much lately that it was now the forth most popular
porn site on the web.

Seeing how, well, worshipful was really the best word, her fans were
cranked Candice's arousal up even further. She normally didn't
dwell on just how sexy she was, not wanting to get too self absorbed,
but now that it was the whole point of the exercise, it was almost
too easy to get turned on by herself. *I am a goddess, aren't I,*
she thought as she read through the forum. *Not even Sheldon can
come close to me in power, I'm in a league totally my own,* she
bit her lip as she looked at a fan depiction of her dominating
her husband in a way that was actually quite accurate to reality.
She hadn't allowed herself to orgasm for two weeks, and she was
feeling incredibly pent up. It was finally time.

She dismissed the screen showing the forum and summoned a massive
mirror. She wore her costume: eight inch stilettos thigh highs,
a black miniskirt and a black adamantine bustier low necked enough
that it just barely covered the magical tattoos around her nipples,
and cropped high enough to expose most of her cobbled abs. She
cranked up her beauty enhancement until her every little motion
was so charged with eroticism that it would have made her cum without
the magical suppression she had on her own orgasm. She lifted her
skirt and slipped two fingers inside her hot snatch, fingering herself
and moaning as she pressed harder and harder against the magical
barrier. She released the barrier and immediately crashed into an
orgasm so intense she blacked out.

When she came to, her ship was shattered to bits and she drifted
alone in the inkiness of space. The hard vacuum was slightly uncomfortable,
but her healing factor and invulnerability had been magnified so much
that it was no real bother. She released twin jets of liquid air from
her breasts to give herself some atmosphere, but then realized that
her newly empowered breasts could now create any sort of matter anywhere.
She no longer needed to restrict herself to liquids and produce them
only out of her nipples. She willed a gaseous atmosphere into place
around her and held it in place with magic.

Casting about, she noticed a massive shell of energy far more intense
than any supernova expanding around her at light speed. "That could
be a problem," she said. At the sound of her own voice, she immediately
came again, her hips bucking in the air as her pulsing pussy released
another massive shockwave. She cut off the power output using her
super control over her own body, but not before a second smaller
shell began expanding inside the first. She wasn't yet sure how big
she was, but her nail extensions had popped off as she grew, so she
willed some replacements into place, directly summoning the matter
with her boobs. She re-created the bubble of atmosphere, then flicked
her nails to remove first the inner shell of energy, then the outer shell.
She girded her will, then summoned a mirror to see what changes her
orgasm had brought. The creature looking back at her was beyond
perfect. Every square micron of her nude form radiated more eroticism than
her whole body had been able to muster before her enhancement. Her
hair shimmered with a divine blackness that seemed as if it was the source
of all blackness in the universe. Floating against the background of space,
it was like her hair was spreading out to become the rest of the universe,
her head serving as the center point of space and time. Her big brown
eyes held multitudes, overwhelmingly hypnotic. Her sumptuous lips promised
delights so incredible they could not fail to break anyone who experienced
them. Her elegant neck epitomized regally; any who looked upon it could
not help but want to be ruled by her. Her long legs were bursting with
feminine power, not too bulky, but still somehow obviously strong enough
to crush neutron stars into black holes. Her arms and abs exuded a similar
aura of overwhelming strength, though again without being excessively
bulky. Her ass demanded worship more profoundly than any temple or cathedral
imaginable. It was her breasts that held her attention though. Every quake
and jiggle of her pale mounds was endlessly enthralling. Her pale bosom
shook the foundations of reality, redefining it, reshaping the meaning
of the universe. Candice had become power and sex incarnate.

She floated, staring at herself for hours, slowly building up the capacity
to resist the sight of herself. When she was satisfied, she cast an
illusory veil which dimmed her beauty back down to her previous, merely
inhuman level.

Releasing a drone from her cleavage, she let the little thing orbit around
her to do a full body scan. She had grown to 56'3" feet tall. When Sheldon
had enhanced her the first time, she had become the world's strongest
tinker over night, and the changes he made in her resulted in her eventually
becoming the strongest witch alive as well. That had been when she had grown
just 22 inches, and this time she had grown nearly 600. On top of that,
the enhancement had been multiplying the superpowers she was borrowing from
her husband, the strength, speed, and beauty she was magically enhancing to
even greater heights, and her magic, not just her core tinker and lactation
powers. In short, Candice had truly become a goddess.


"I'm back, come give your Mistress a kiss," the door of the old hanger where
she and Sheldon lived stretched up to obscene heights to accommodate Candice's
new bulk.

Sheldon looked at his wife in awe. In the massive platform heels she wore,
her red toenails were level with his navel, and her ankles towered above
his head. *Zzzzaaap* he groaned as his cock ring interrupted an orgasm.

"Less talking, more kissing, toy," Candice brought a massive foot forward
to pin him to the ground. He strained with all his world-shattering strength,
but it was useless. She didn't seem to notice, though of course she must have
been magically reinforcing the ground to prevent him from cracking through it.
He kissed the sole of her shoe *Zzzzaaap*. "Mmmmmmm, you're really living up
to your pet name, toy," bending down, she brought him up under her skirt,
dissolving his clothes into a swarm of their constituent nanobots as she
did so. He felt a surge of strength fill him through the familiar bond.
She had never enhanced him before, never having found the need, but apparently
his giant wife felt like her pussy was enough of a threat to him that she
needed to give him some extra protection. He felt the need to breath
vanish as she hit him with another spell, then she plunged his head
directly into her hot snatch, shoving him in all the way to his ankles.
He came quickly from the sensation of her all around him, crushing him
with the powerful muscles of her pussy. She had apparently lifted the
restriction on orgasm because his climax was not interrupted.
"Oh, you make a good dildo Sheldon," she said huskily, pisoning him
in and out with effortless strength. He felt his body expand to the
full 9'2" that he had grown to when Candice enhanced him on their
wedding night. At the sensation of her husband growing within her,
Candice moaned, her pussy spasming in orgasm, "fuck, you're so big
baby, you fill me up." Candice shuddered and gasped.

She continued to use him thoroughly for a while, then began to
shrink down to her normal size, making him shrink with her.
The powerful muscles in her pussy pulled him even deeper until
he was completely swallowed by her womb. "Mmmm, you're such a good
little pussy snack, maybe I'll just keep you there," she smirked.
"Would you like that, huh, you want to stay in Mistress Candice's
pussy forever and ever?" She could see by reading his thoughts
that he wouldn't mind at all. "I don't know why I didn't shrink
you down and do this sooner," she chuckled, strutting over towards
her office. She pushed a feed from a little camera drone
hovering in front of her into Sheldon's mind. "I have a little
research to do, so you just hang tight in there, mmmmkay?"
She sat down at her desk and withdrew several grimoires from her
cleavage, setting them in the air to float while she read.
Inside her, Sheldon squirmed, or tried to, he was totally
immobilized by the iron grip of Candice's pussy muscles
despite all his strength. The air was crushed from his lungs
completely, his arms were pinned to his sides and his legs glued
together tightly. Candice seemed to pay him no mind as she worked,
but her pussy periodically rippled along his body, drawing a
fresh orgasm from the trapped superhero every time.

After hours of sexual bliss unlike any he had known before, Candice
reached down and pulled him out of her pussy, cleaning and drying
him off with a spell before setting him on her desktop where he
lay in a boneless heap. "Awwww, did my little toy get tired from
trying to wrestle with my big strong pussy?" she teased. He was
too exhausted to move. "Here, I have a little pick-me-up for you."
She freed one huge tit from her bustier and thrust his head at
a nipple larger than it was. A bead of milk formed at the tip
and she guided his mouth to it so he could suck it down. His
strength partially returned. She tucked her boob back into place,
then stuffed him in her cleavage, leaving the gate to her cleavage
dimension inactivated. He was once again pinned in place, though
now his head was free to talk.

"So, ummm, I guess it worked," he said.

She giggled, "yeah, you could say that. I'm having to suppress my beauty
so I don't break you right now."

"God, Candice, that's incredible. How much did you grow?"

"I'm over 50 feet tall now, modulo a little size change magic," she
grinned.

"Holy shit, you must have gotten so strong," he realized that despite
what she had just done to him, she must have been using only the barest
fraction of her power on it.

"Yeah, I don't think we need to worry about anyone attacking earth
anymore. I'm kinda beyond overpowered now."

"Well, that's just the way I like you."

She chuckled, "oh, believe me, I know."

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dieselstation dot net: Pinned Thread: Enough of this shit

I know some of you degenerates have been doing this, and I am absolutely
disgusted by it. This is a place where we can come and talk about our
favorite superhero NOT where we can make her life harder by putting
innocent people in danger trying to meet her. We've already banned
and reported three users to the police for planning this stuff on here,
and we'll continue to do the same going forward. I'm honestly so mad
that Goddess Diesel had to deal with this absolutely shameful behavior.

Context (in case you live under a rock): <link to an Instagram video>

Of course the first time she notices us it's because of some shit
like this.

- BlingBuck (Admin)

Video transcript as follows:

"Hey guys, I have something to talk about that's not so fun. Lately,
there have been a few attempts from some of my fans to meet me by
pretending to be supervillains so I'll come and deal with it. Don't do it,
it's not cute, I won't be impressed, and it won't work since at most
I'll just send a drone. It puts innocent people in danger, it puts you
in danger, it's just an incredibly selfish thing to do. I can't believe
I need to spell this out for some people."

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Re: Enough of this shit

Jesus, did people actually do this. What kind of entitled, fucked up little
shit do you have to be to do something like this. How do you think you
can pretend to be a supervillain anyway? What do you, REDACTED.

Edit: sorry, didn't mean to discuss ways you might do this, don't want to
give anyone ideas.

- slave_of_d_178

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Re: Enough of this shit

ALL USERS: do not discuss techniques for pretending to be a supervillian!
NOT EVEN IF YOU DON'T PLAN TO USE THEM!

(slave I know you didn't mean it, but don't do it again)

- BlingBuck (Admin)

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Re: Enough of this shit

Obviously I'm just as mad as everyone else about this, but are we allowed to
talk about how hot she looks in that video. It's even better than the wedding
ones honestly. Diesel looks so sexy when she's angry.

- chorango

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Re: Enough of this shit

Agreed, I'm glad this happened after she switched to the new costume. It makes
her look like so much more of a dominatrix.

- slave_of_d_178

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Re: Enough of this shit

> Agreed, I'm glad this happened after she switched to the new costume.

...and 4 replies until slave brings up the costume. Right on brand.
You're not wrong though chorango, I think this is the hottest video of
her.

- gay5diesel

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Re: Enough of this shit

Guys, let's not derail, there's a thread about the video on the alter subforum.
Go there to talk about how sexy our goddess is.

I wonder if this is because Diesel is pretty much the only active superhero
these days. She reacts to everything so fast that no one else gets any action.
I mean, this place got bigger than capecity dot net a while ago, and if you
check the collar board on there her name is the only one on the hero side
of the equation for, like, the last five pages. Before, if someone wanted to
meet a specific hero by pulling this shit, they wouldn't have a very good
chance, but now she's pretty much the only game in town.

- YoungYeller

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Siphon wasn't allowed to do much in prison. He was considered a high security
threat even though he didn't have any powers nearly as strong as the other
villains under similar control. It could have been worse of course. The new
magical super prison seemed to have infinite space, so his cell, though austere,
was relatively large and at least clean. The main difference between how Siphon
was treated and how he might otherwise have been treated was that he wasn't
allowed to interact with the other prisoners. There was a little robot named
Boltz for companionship which helped a little, but it really wasn't the same.
The one thing Siphon could really do was read about the outside world.

He couldn't use the internet of course, but the magical system put in place
by the warden let him request a copy of basically any newspaper or magazine.
He had started off with the newspapers, but more and more Siphon was drawn
to the tabloids and their tendency to print large, glossy pictures of the
woman who had captured him. It seemed the outside world was obsessed with
Diesel. It was easy to see why. The ultra sexy heroine had basically
taken over the whole heroing game, and her increasingly daring costumes
seemed calculated to draw attention. She clearly enjoyed the attention,
since she recording all her fights and published the footage herself.
The practice of publishing footage of Defenders fights had been started
by Magic Eye as a way to bolster public support for the at-the-time
nascent super team, and Diesel had taken the practice even further,
recording multiple camera angles with little drones.

There was one other thing that Siphon could do with his time in prison:
jerk off. The tabloid shots of Diesel certainly made it easier. She
looked incredible in anything, but he was a particular fan of the
magazines which went back over photos of her at her wedding. There
was something about those photos that got him going even after he
had stroked himself to the sight of them dozens of times. Now though,
he was looking at the cover of a tabloid where Diesel stood in
her sexy new costume with her hands on her hips, looking pissed.
The adamantine of her bustier looked like it might burst from the
pressure of her overwhelming tits. The article, which he had already
read, explained that Diesel was mad that some of her fans had been
pretending to be supervillains in order to try to meet her. Siphon
was indignant that anyone would try to do that to Goddess Diesel.
That's what his favorite magazine, Diesel Monthly, called her, and
Siphon had started using the title in his head.

As he gripped his throbbing cock, he realized that what he had done
to get in prison was actually worse. He wasn't just pretending,
he really was a supervillain. Intense shame flooded through him.
When he had first started jerking off to images of Diesel, it
had just been a way to pass the time, but the more he read the
articles from the outside world, the more he picked up the attitude
people on the outside had towards her. By this point, he had fully
adopted the worshipful attitude of her most rapid fans which was on
display most prominently in Diesel Monthly, but he hadn't reflected
on the implications of his new respect and awe for the sexy hero on
the rest of his personality. Now, he realized he couldn't be a good
fan of Diesel and keep up his old ways. He resolved to become a better
person for his goddess.

He looked at the cover. She looked so sexy, even better than she did in
her wedding shots. She also looked annoyed, disappointed. Siphon's
shame intensified even as his arousal did the same. He knew he had to
do something to atone for his sins. He knew what he had to do.

"Blitz! Blitz! Tell Diesel I need to talk to her. Tell the warden I
need to talk to her!"

"The warden is a busy woman Charles. There is no emergency." The
little robot shook its head.

"It's important. Please Blitz, I gotta talk to her!" Siphon begged.

"I'm afraid that is against policy. Imagine if any prisoner could request
access to the warden at any time."

"She'll like what I have to say, I swear. I got in here for stealing
people's powers, right? Well, what if I gave them up?"

Blitz paused. "This is outside the parameters of my programming."

"Well, just tell someone who can tell her!"

An instant later, Diesel was there in his cell with him. She was
even more impressive than when she had captured, mostly because
she and her husband had recently grown 16 inches overnight without
any known explanation. At her new 8 foot height, her tall stilettos
put her crotch roughly level at face level for Siphon. He actually
had to look up a little at the piercings which winked out from
her navel. A single one of her legs was bigger than he was.
His cock strained at the sight of her. "You said you want to give
up your powers? Can you do that?"

"I-I-I- think so. I-if both people consent to the, um, the, um, the
um, transfer."

"Very well, I'll see what I can do to find the people you stole from."

"N-n-no, it only works if both p-people have p-powers." He shook his
head, "I can't give them back. I want to give my powers to y-you."

Candice's nipples stiffened against the adamantine of her bustier.
She had just reviewed the literature requests of Siphon before
she showed up, and it was clear the guy was obsessed with her.
If his avid consumption of Diesel Monthly was anything to go
off of, he had turned into a grade A fanboy. The idea that
a twisted villain had turned into enough of a fan of hers to
hand over his powers was thrilling. "Well, that's unexpected.
You aren't eligible for parole, but it seems like you've
really turned over a new leaf. I'll see what I can do about
allowing you into gen pop. You won't present a danger without
your powers anyway." The main reason Siphon was kept isolated
was the concern that prisoners would get desperate enough to
pool their powers in him and he might get strong enough to
attempt a breakout. With his power transfer ability safely
in Candice's hands, that was no longer a concern.

"Oh, I wasn't even, umm, thing, umm, about that. Um, thank
you very much Diesel," Siphon said meekly. It was such a contrast
to the confident and sadistic man she had captured.

"So we just take hands and both consent to the transfer, right?"
Candice asked, bending down to extend her hand.

"Y-yeah," Siphon took her hand and Candice felt a warm energy
flowing from him into her. Her super control made her aware of
the new powers at her disposal. Siphon hadn't gotten all that
far before she had caught him, so none of the powers he had
blackmailed or tortured his way into getting were all that strong,
but if she ever wanted to summon a large area of effect
spiderweb to slow down enemies, she no longer needed to reach
for a spell, and she could now make people nauseous with a
scream. To someone as powerful as she already was, it hardly
mattered. The ability to transfer powers with "consent" (clearly
the power couldn't tell if that consent had been coerced) of
both parties, though, that was worth something else, not that
she had any immediate plans for it.

"Well, I hope this new leaf you've turned over stays turned
over," Candice said to the powerless villain. She noticed
a stain spreading at Siphon's crotch. Apparently giving her
his powers had pushed him over the edge. She probably should
have been grossed out by that, but instead it turned her on.
She was going to stuff Sheldon all the way inside once he got
back from the boyscout outreach work he was doing.

================================================================

"Are you sure you want to do this Hammon?" Candice asked, looking
down at the big bearded man. "You'll die."

He looked back at her with serious eyes, "Yes, but I will age
first, and, perhaps, get a chance to finally live. I'm tired,
Diesel. I have been trying to atone for so long, and now, I
think this will be my final act of penance." Baal Hammon had
only thing I can do for penance " Baal Hammon had been worshipped
as a god in ancient Carthage until he was defeated by Scipio
Africanus, the famous Roman metahuman. He lost much of his power
after his fall from grace, but his survived past the Roman
Empire which had brought him down. At some point, he stopped
missing the child sacrifices that the Carthaginians used to
offer him, and began to regret them. His shame grew to the
point where it became his ultimate driving force.

Hammon was not the first hero to come to Candice asking to give
her their powers. Lots of defenders felt like they didn't
need powers in civilian life, and wanted to continue making
a difference by making the woman who kept the world safe
so effectively even stronger. Their powers were generally
a drop in the bucket for Candice, but she could tell it
made them feel better to donate to her, especially since
she had gained an empath power. Right now, she could feel
Hammon's yearning to set down his burden. Hammon was a
heavy hitter, so his powers, particularly his aura armor,
might actually be useful, plus she had figured out a way
to make the power donations give her a power boost that was
much more than a rounding error. "Ok, let's begin then."

Candice made a beckoning gesture, and light streamed out of
Hammon's head and into the Opal of Souls set in the choker
on her neck. The Opal would store a copy of his mind so that
she could restore it afterwards. Wards slammed into place
around them, sealing them off from the outside world, and
Candice reached out and twisted all of Hammon's powers into
the sex empowering ability which had made her so powerful.
She dropped the illusion suppressing her reality warping
beauty, and threw it into overdrive with beauty enhancement
magic. Hammon came immediately, and Candice could feel
her power growing exponentially, but she was ready for it
and smoothly shrank herself as she grew, maintaining a height
of 8 feet throughout. Once he finished cumming, she allowed
his powers to untwist then took his head in his hands and
said, "ok, now give me your powers." Hammon could do nothing
but obey the overwhelming goddess in front of him. Candice
felt a pleasant warmth get sucked into her hands from the
former god.

She was expecting most of the new powers, but there was
one that she hadn't known about. The moment she gained
the power, she felt a new pool of energy open up to
her, similar to her mana pool, but different in character
somehow. She could immediately tell that it possessed
a greater potency, though it was far, far smaller. It
was growing fast, and when she examined how, she saw that
power was flowing in from her fans all around the world.
She realized that Baal Hammon had gained power from the
worship he enjoyed in Carthage, and as far as the
divine-energy harvesting power of his was concerned,
her avid fans counted as worshipers. *Well, that was a
bit unexpected,* she thought to herself, *could be useful
though.*

She put the veil hiding her beauty back in place, cleaned
up the stain in Hammon's pants with a spell, then restored
his mind from the Gem of souls. He blinked, "is that it then?"

"Yeah, that's it, powers all donated," Candice smiled down
at him. Losing his powers had meant losing a lot of height
and muscle mass, and Hammon now stood even with her towering
crotch.

"Oh, that was fast," he had no recollection of giving her
his powers.

"Yep!" Candice chirped.

"Thanks Diesel! You have no idea how much of a relief this
is," he came forward to hug her. He was unable to get
his arms all the way around her denim clad thighs. Thanks
to her heels, the crown on his head would have pressed
into her crotch if he hadn't held it back a few inches.

"I'm glad I could help," Candice pulled back and bent over
so she could hug him back. Her powerful arms folded him
into the softness of her cropped sweater, briefly drowning
Hammon in enough boob to outweigh him. She straightened up
and allowed herself to enjoy the lust and awe she could
feel emanating from the shrunken former god. Her nipples
stiffened at the way he had become so tiny next to her.
She had told Sheldon she was making 8 feet her new height
so that she could match his full height of 9'2" so he didn't
have to shrink anymore, but the truth was that she enjoyed
the way her size made everyone around her seem so tiny.
Ever since she shrank Sheldon and used him as a human dildo,
she had found being bigger than the people around her a turn
on.

She left Hammon where he was, powerless and for the firs time
in thousands of years, burdenless. He watched her hypnotic
ass sway in her black jeans until she turned the corner.

===============================================================

"Hey babe, what's up?" Candice sat down next her husband on
the couch and leaned her head against his shoulder. She
could sense he was feeling down with her empath ability.
Even if she hadn't been able to, the way he had been petting
Mars for the last 20 minutes was a pretty good clue.

"Just petting Mars, he's so cute,"

"Come on, I can tell there's something bothering you. Talk
to me. Please?" she shifted to face him, drawing one leg
up on the cushions.

"I dunno. It's not a big deal really."

"Well, it's a big deal to me. You don't have to talk about it
if you don't want, but if something's bothering you I want to
know about it."

"It's just- I don't know, ever since I got my powers, I've
had a purpose, you know, and now, well, there are no more
threats to face, nothing else I need to do to defend Earth."

"Oh, Honey, of course that makes sense." He rapidly dwindled
down until he was 3 feet tall, and she pulled him into a
hug, completely surrounding him with warm, feminine flesh.
Breasts bigger than he was folded around his little body,
and he felt his funk slipping away as her love surrounded
him. It was impossible to stay down when he was in Candice's
arms. "Do you want me to let you take on some more threats?
I think you're not the only one feeling this way, I've been
thinking I should let the other Defenders deal with some
stuff. Half the heroes have retired already. I'm not sure
it's a good thing."

He used his enchanted cock ring to shrink down even further.
Knowing what he wanted, Candice tucked his body between
her breasts when he reached a foot in height. "I don't think
you should. It would mean more risk to civilians if you did
that, and that's definitely not worth it just to help out
the egos of a bunch of capes."

"Still, I feel like I should do something. This is my fault."

"It's not your fault, well, I don't know, I guess it kinda
is, but you're not doing anything wrong. I think I just need
to find a new purpose to my life. The outreach stuff I've
been doing has been nice. It's kinda fun working with kids."

"Maybe you could become a teacher."

"A teacher?" he said in surprise.

"Yeah, you'd be great at it, and I think it would fill the
hole left by heroing."

He nodded, "that, umm, that's actually a pretty good idea."

She smiled down at him, "the only kind I have."

=====================================================================

Chanar waited impatiently. His cultists had been preparing the
ceremony which would punch a hole between worlds and let his
army in. He would lay waste to Earth and drain it dry to build
up the resources he needed to strike at Lady Mas. The hour was
fast approaching when the gate would open. His demon host
was fully assembled in preparation for the assault, and it would
be best to avoid letting them loiter for too long. His war chiefs
usually operated on the peripheries of his domain, independent from
one another, and they had a tendency to clash with one another if
he didn't give them something to focus on.

The nexus for the gate's formation should have been forming by
now, but the minutes ticked on with no sign of the gate's taking
shape. Chanar could feel the impatience from his underlings
building. He would have to send them away to their respective
fronts in the forever war which embroiled hell before long.
All of a sudden, he could feel the fabric of space warp as a
nexus rapidly took shape. It was forming far faster than expected,
but that could only be good. Rather than a full sized gate fit
to march an army though though, a small door was all that opened,
allowing a human woman who towered above Chanar despite his
7'5" stature.

The black haired amazon was the most beautiful woman that Chanar
had ever seen. Her mixed East Asian and Caucasian features
outshone all the most alluring succubi in his army, and her
curvaceous body radiated more sex appeal than all of them combined.
What clothing she wore was a black that matched her hair, though
her short skirt and low cut bustier didn't cover all that much
skin. "Chanar, I presume?" She strutted up to him, her heels
clicking on the hard stone of the hellish plain. Though she looked
human, she didn't seem bothered by the oppressive mana in the air
or the acid mist on the wind.

Chanar could tell that this newcomer was powerful, so he had
to tred carefully. "Yes, who are you to enter my domain uninvited."

"I'm Candice Prim, people call me Diesel. I've come to challenge
you for your territory. I'm from the planet you were about to invade,
and I'd really rather you don't." She could feel the anger the
demon lord felt at her appearance, but his desire to wipe her
out was tempered by trepidation and a significant helping of lust.

Chanar was not one to back down from a fight, but the woman's confidence
was intimidating. There was no question of trying to get out of it with
all his war chiefs watching intently though. "I'll crush you." He lifted
his hands and the ground beneath her shattered violently into thousands of
shards of sharp stone. The exploding rocks bounced harmlessly off of her
her firm flesh, and rather than stumbling as her footing was pulverized,
she floated in the air calmly. Chanar lept forward, drawing the massive
hellstone great sword from his back and bringing it down with all
his might at Candice's neck.

At the last moment, the amazon moved, her hand rising up to catch the
blade too quickly for the demon lord to see. Chanar looked at the way
his blade pressed into her unblemished palm in shock. The magical
obsidian of his blade had never failed to cut something before.
Candice smirked as she felt Chanar's trepidation blossom into fear.
He tried to tug his blade back for another blow, but it was stuck fast,
as if it was welded to her hand by her grip. He couldn't budge her
arm even a centimeter as he tugged with all his might. Clearly, she
was strong, so he had to take a different tack, but physical prowess
wasn't the only thing on Chanar's side. He focused his lizard-like
eyes on hers and willed power into his hypnotic slitted pupils.
Her will should have crumbled under the onslaught, but she didn't
even seem to notice, her magical immunity blocking out his psychic
assault. He lashed out with his snake hair, and felt half
a hundred fangs scrabble uselessly against her skin, bouncing off the
alabaster skin of her neck and forehead but able to press into her soft
skin on her breasts and cheeks a little ways before being stopped.
He pulled his snakes back and added their hundreds of little eyes to
the hypnotic onslaught, but it didn't seem to do any good. Candice's
nipples stiffened against the adamantine of her bustier as she felt
Chanar's fear eat away at the last of his anger. It wasn't just his
fear which was growing though, she could sense his arousal growing
nearly apace with his panic. She knew she shouldn't be getting off
on how effortlessly she was dominating the demon, but ever since
she started playing to Sheldon's fantasies her own sexual tastes
been running more and more towards dominating the people around her.
She'd always enjoyed taking the lead in sexual encounters, but it
was only though her relationship with Sheldon that she discovered
just how much she did.

Candice pinched her fingers together and the hellstone blade shattered.
Chanar didn't have much time to process his shock before she grabbed him
by the throat and held him dangling in front of her. His snake hair lashed
at her desperately, but he only managed to hurt himself. She threw him
down to the ground violently enough to drive the air from his lungs,
then planted a massive heel on his chest. He took hold of her elegant
ankle and tried desperately to shift her boot, but found himself
unable to move her unyielding limb even a micron. Candice allowed
herself to savor the moment, waiting a moment before she crushed his
chest with her boot and dispersed his power enough that it would take
him centuries to reform.

Before she could do that, though, he gasped, "I yield. I'll swear
myself to you."

She looked down at him curiously. It took her a moment to realize
what he was talking about, but then she remembered some of the
volumes of demonology she had read. Demon society was embroiled
in a constant war between various feudal lords, where the only
qualification for nobility was might. When demons defeated one
another, the loser often swore fealty to the winner. They didn't
typically do so with non-demons, though there were a few cases
of witches or warlocks taking up a place in the nobility of hell.
Because Chanar was a duke, if she accepted his submission, it would
be declaring herself a new queen of hell, which was sure to bring
challenges from the other kings and queens of hell. Still, it
might take care of the demon invasion problem for good.

"I don't want to have to come back here and deal with another demon lord
who thinks they can invade earth in another few years, so I have a job for
you. You will continue to hold your current territory, which it is easiest
to build gates to earth, and you will defend it from anyone else who attempts
to take it over. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected.

"Y-yes Mistress," he leaned his head up so he could kiss her boot in submission.
Chanar was relieved. It sounded like she was going to allow him to live and even
keep his position. He didn't even mind submitting to her, that was just the
way things worked hell, and she was a whole lot better looking than his previous
liege. Arack would not take Chanar's defection to Candice well, but that would
be a problem for his new mistress to solve.

Candice's pussy grew hot at the gesture and she shifted her foot to press
the sole of her boot against his face so he could continue to worship her foot.
"Good, it seems you understand your new place well enough." She turned to cast
her gaze over Chanar's horde. "Now, all of you, come swear loyalty to me." She
eased up on her beauty suppression illusion as she gave the command, and the
demon horde sank down in supplication to the human witch. Candice could
feel new flows of divine power enter her pool as the huge horde arrayed around
her began to worship her. As many of them as there were, she knew they would
never be able to stand against the arrayed might of the other hellish armies
that would attack them in response to her taking over, but she didn't really
want to personally deal with every demon army that came onto her turf, so she
decided to give them a bit of a power boost.

Candice's lactate-anything power had started off with the ability to produce
any mundane substance, and been upgraded so she could produce any known substance
when Sheldon had first enhanced her, but she had been enhanced to the point
that her power was millions of times stronger than it had been after that
first enhancement. Now she could bring any substance she wished into being
wherever she wished, and furthermore she could make up new substances with
any property she wished for. Now she did so, tugging her tits out of the
top of her bustier so her fat nipples could spew two thick geysers of
milk which split into 10,000 strands which began working their way steadily
across the arrayed horde, shoving their way down demonic throats and filling
stomachs to bursting in seconds. Wherever her milk found a demon, it would
swell with power, growing bulkier and tougher even as its magical abilities
grew stronger. "So long as you remain loyal to me, this new power I am
blessing you with will aid you, but the moment you defect from me, all
this strength will turn to weakness," she told them in a sultry voice
which carried effortlessly out over the horde. When she finished empowering
them all, she cut off the flow of milk and tucked her boobs back into
place. She could have just materialized the magical milk in their stomachs,
but old habits die hard and it felt more natural to her to actually lactate
her substances rather than just teleporting them into place.

Leaving her new minions behind, Candice spun on her heel and strutted away,
opening a gate to earth mid-stride despite the way doing so from hell was
nearly impossible due to the structure of the planes. The act of returning
home was the single most impressive thing she had done since showing up.
Her new retainers watched the gate close behind her in shock, knowing their
new queen possessed truly vast amounts of power.

=================================================================================

"Hey Al! How you doing?" Candice bent down to give her little sister a hug.
Seeing her sister was always a reminder of how much she had changed. Before
she got her powers, she had been even smaller than her petite sister, but
now a single one of her boobs weighed nearly as much as Alison.

"Hey Candy," Alison returned her hug as best she could with one arm, her other
twisted back to try to keep the bowl of watermelon she had brought steady.
Her super powered sister wore a tiny gold sling bikini which allowed her boobs
to freely enfold Alison. "We brought watermelon," she had arrived with
Gordon Li, or Blitz as he was known to the public, who she had been dating since
shortly after Candice and Sheldon got married.

"Awesome! We've got just the place for it." She ushered them through the door,
which warped up to allow Candice through. Alison lived in LA and Gordon, who
technically still lived in Seattle, ran down to visit her often enough that
he spent half his time at her place. He could have carried her to Chicago
in five minutes, but it would mean wearing the protective suit Candice had
made for her and the pool party wasn't actually at Candice and Sheldon's
place anyway. Instead, she had let Candice know they were ready by knocking
on the inside of her own door wearing the communication ring her big sister
had given her.

Now, when Alison stepped through the door to follow her sister,
rather than stepping out into the hallway outside her apartment, she stepped
out into a lush green meadow filled with wildflowers that glowed with an
inner light. Little fairies no bigger than her fingers flitted between the
flowers, and several of them turned to wave at her when she arrived. Alison
recognized the bluebell caps most of them were wearing, and was glad to see them.
The land of fairy was not always a friendly place. With Candice and the other
superheroes there, no one was likely to bother them, but the bluebell division
would make sure nothing snuck up on them. Candice had a long standing arrangement
with the army of fairies swarming around them. They were the fairies who had
held her train at her wedding ceremony, and they continued to provide services for
Candice in exchange for ambrosia. They were not all that formidable in battle, but
as scouts and an early warning system, they were second to none, so Candice had
assigned several to serve as Alison's guardians in addition to the sentinel bots
she had built for her family, and Alison had grown quite fond of the little fae.

The meadow roughly triangular in shape, nestled on two sides between two trees
thicker and taller than most skyscrapers, with the third side consisting of
a cliff that dropped off to overlook a stunning vista composed of peaks
and valleys vaster than any on earth. The cliff along the meadow's edge
was shaped in a rough crescent shape, leaving a large area of negative
space that made the whole place feel even more airy and ethereal. A
crystal clear pool was nestled near the center of the crecent, and it
drained over the cliff in half a dozen slow flowing waterfalls. Sheldon
was standing in front of a big smoker chatting with Henry aka Magic Eye
and his boyfriend Liam. Sheldon loomed over the other two men even more than
Candice loomed over Alison. Normally, due to Candice's choice of footwear,
she and her husband stood close to eye to eye, but since she was bare
footed it was clear that he had about a foot on her, though it looked like
less due to the way they were both so huge.

Candice put the bowl of watermelon down on a table next to the smoker.

"Hey guys, glad you could make it!" Sheldon said giving Alison and Gordon
a wave.

"Hey Al! Come on in, the water's feels amazing!" Helen Brown, better known
as Battlecat, called from the pool. "I think Candy found the best
hot springs in fairy!"

"The best hot springs are in the summer palace, and there's no way we're
going there," Candice said. She was sure she could put Titania in her
place if the Summer Queen made any moves against her friends, but she
didn't want to have to deal with the drama. The less interaction they
had with fae nobility, the better.

"Well, these ones are pretty good."

Alison and Gordon walked over and waded into the pool, "you're right,
this does feel amazing. It's the perfect temperature."

"I know right?" Helen grinned excitedly. "You know what the cool
part is? It's the perfect temperature for you, no matter what.
Close your eyes and try to think about a soak in a hot tub. Once
you convince yourself it's what you want, you'll feel the pool
temp change."

Alison closed her eyes and tried, but the warm water was too pleasant
for her to want anything else. Gordon seemed to have figured it out
because a moment later he opened his eyes, "oh wow, you're right. That's
pretty neat."

"Hey Candy, can you make a spell or something for our tub that does this?"
Alison called.

Candice broke off from her conversation with Sheldon, Henry and Liam.
"Does what?" She waded into the pool, moving quickly enough that her
bulk displaced a surge of water, making it slosh over the cliff's
edge.

"You know, the temperature adjust thing."

"You want me to make a spell for everything, don't you have a hot water
heater?"

"Yeah, but this is way more fun."

"I'll see what I can do next time I come over," Candice laughed.

"Oh shit, is Gary soling that?" Alison noticed their friend walking
smoothly out onto a high line he seemed to have strung between two points
on the cliffs at the edge of the meadow. Like her, Gary was entirely
normal (if anyone on a first name basis with a woman who was practically
a goddess could be considered normal). His twin sister Vivian had been
Candice's roommate during the half semester she had gone to college, and
the two women had clicked well enough to remain friends. Both Vivian
and Gary were avid climbers and slackliners, but they were normally
pretty careful. Alison couldn't see any sort of safety equipment on
Gary.

"Oh, don't worry, there's a spell on the high line that will catch anyone
who falls and put them back in the meadow. You should give it a try."
Candice said.

"Looks pretty fun," Gordon said.

"Looks pretty terrifying more like." Even knowing it was safe, Alison
didn't want to be suspended miles in the air on nothing more than
a nylon strap. "You should go ahead though, I'll stay here and watch
you."

Gordon waded over towards the edge, "hold on, I wanna try it too."
Helen called after him, moving to follow.

"Ok, but shifting into your cat form in cheating. Human balance only."

"I make no promises," she laughed.

Alison was left alone with her sister as her boyfriend and their friend
departed for the high line. "This is really nice."

"Yeah, have you thought about my offer any more?"

Alison looked at her, "yeah, umm, I have. I've got, umm a request though."

"What?" Candice asked.

"Well, I've always been, kinda in your shadow Candy. Even when we were
kids, you were always the perfect one, the golden child. Your grades were
always perfect, you did so many extracurriculars I'm not trying to say I was
jealous or anything, I've always been proud of you, but, well, lately.
There's kinda a difference between being sister's with the valedictorian
and being sisters with an actual goddess. I mean, when people learn I'm
your sister now, they usually don't believe me."

"Awww, Al, I had no idea. I'm so sorry." Candice laid a big hand on
her sister's slim shoulder.

"So, I was kinda hoping in addition to the eternal youth you could, maybe
give me some powers."

"Well, I'm not sure I should give you the powers people donated to me.
They might be annoyed if I use them for something besides what they gave
them to me for. I can give you super strength and stuff with the elixir
though."

"Yeah, that sounds great. And, could, you, umm, well the first place people's
eyes go when they learn I'm your sister is my chest. I mean, you've got the
most famous boobs in the world, and I barely fill out an A-cup."

Candice laughed, "after all the teasing you gave me. Careful, I'm gonna have
to come up with a stripper name for you too." Alison's face burned. "I'm
just teasing Al. How big we talking? You want me to make you taller too?"

"Umm, yeah. Only, like 5 inches though. One giraffe in the family is enough."

"Hey!" Candice splashed her with water.

Alison giggled.

"No seriously though, how big should I make your boobs?"

"Umm, like, as half big as yours, proportionally." It would still make
Alison bustier than every other woman she knew.

"Wow, little sis, you really do want to go big. No one is going to believe
it's natural you know. Maybe I should give you some boob based power too.
How would you like to lactate healing potion? It won't be a real superpower,
just magical enhancement, but people will think it is one. Not many people
get powers at your age, but it does happen. Similar powers do kinda run in
families so people probably won't question it."

"Y-yeah, good thinking Candy."

"Ok, here you go," Candice activated her super boobs and
a small steal vial materialized in her hand. It had a cap screwed
on and runes etched in the surface. A leather thong through a hole
in the cap turned it into a necklace. Candice's nails flared and
the runes began glowing softly. "Just drink this whenever you're
ready. No one else will be able to open it, and you won't be able
to lose it."

"Thanks Candy!" Alison took the vial.

Candice wrapped her in a hug, "of course, anything for my baby sister.
I'm so lucky that you've been so supportive through all the changes
I've been going through. I know it's probably hard in some ways,
and I'm super impressed by how you've handled it so well. I love
you Al,"

"Love you too Candy," Alison said, hugging her sister back.

They remained in the pool watching the others play on the high line.
Helen fell off a few times, getting brought back safely to the cliff
top by Candice's spell. She finally got frustrated enough to shift
into her cat form after Gordon teased her by running out into the
middle of the line too fast for anyone but Candice and Helen to follow,
then making a "meebeep" road runner noise. Her dark skin blossomed with
soft fir and her eyes grew into big slitted cat eyes. She was able to
move out onto the high line with enough grace to make it all the way
across after that.

"Hey guy's the birds are done!" Sheldon called, waving them over to
the smoker.

Everyone congregated around the tables near the smoker and filled their
plates. "Wow, these birds are great! Sheldon, you did an awesome job with
them," Vivian said.

"Thanks, though I have to give Candice credit for the marinade. It's
all just normal food too, no cheating."

"You guys always do such a good job with these things," Gary said.

Henry chuckled, "well it helps to be able to get a venue in fairy
for a weekend barbecue."

"There are perks to being a goddess," Helen laughed.

"Oh my god, stop, not you guys too!" Candice shook her head, but it
was clear from the way she smiled that she didn't really mind.
The tabloids seemed to have adopted a style guide of calling her
"Goddess Diesel" and the title seemed to be catching on even in
some more reputable outlets.

They all dug into their chicken for a bit before Gary spoke up,
"sorry if this is too serious, but do you know what you're gonna
do about the whole situation with Zelenkovia and Lutovka?" The
two eastern European nations had just entered a surprisingly
bloody war and the whole international community was looking for
a way to stop the fighting. Neither side trusted the U.N. to
mediate, but when an opinion writer for Der Spiegel had suggested
that Candice might mediate a peace, the two countries had been
surprisingly open to the idea.

"Well I don't know. I mean, I want to help obviously, but, like,
getting involved with politics has always been a red line for
superheroes. I'm just worried about where it could take things."
Candice responded. "Why, what do you guys think I should do?"

"I think you should do it." Vivian said. "At least to stop the
fighting."

"Yeah, the UN won't do anything because of the guaranteed security
council veto Zelenkovia has, and NATO won't risk an escalation by
doing anything more than supplying Lutovka with arms at a low level.
The only chance of stopping it is probably if you intervene." Liam
said.

"Don't you think that's overstepping though? Sheldon, Henry, you
have the most experience with this stuff. What do you think?" Candice
asked.

"Well, the non intervention policy was really to make sure we didn't
lose popularity. The defenders were always in danger of the public
turning against us. You don't really have that problem. Your the
most popular public figure in the world by a pretty wide margin.
I don't think there's much you could do that people wouldn't
support you on. If it goes terribly, you have enough of a cushion
of support that you could just not do it again." Henry said.

"Yeah, I tend to agree with Henry on this one. And besides, we needed
institutional support with the defenders. You can just keep defending
earth on your own even if the whole world were to somehow turn against
you, not that I think that would ever happen."

"Hmmmm, I guess if you guys all feel that way, maybe I should try to
help. I want to think about it some more though."

Candice was a bit withdrawn for the rest of the party as she mulled
over the implications of intervening in civilian politics. The idea
of a single person taking on such power simply because of her personal
strength didn't sit quite right with her, but it seemed like everyone
wanted her to do it, so who was she to refuse?

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dieselstation dot net: Pinned Thread: Peace settlement announcement containment zone

I'm pinning this thread here so we don't get a ton of different
threads on the announcement. Please don't make any more.

- BlingBuck (Admin)

Video attachment:

Diesel walked out onto stage in her costume with the two presidents of
Zelenkovia and Lutovka trailing behind her. Neither was a small man,
but they both only came up to the underside of her breasts. Diesel
took up her position behind a podium sized for her. The two presidents
were both shorter than the podium. The two big men likely could have
fit inside it, but Diesel's thick thighs and wide hips were big enough
that they were visible around the edge of it. As always, the amazonian
superhero radiated dominance and sex appeal, but it seemed even more
intense than usual in this video. "After meeting with Presidents
Mashovitch and Glonkin, they have reached a peace agreement. Beginning
in six hours, Zelenkovia will withdraw all of its troops from Lutovkain
territory. The border will be re-drawn to better reflect the number of
Zelenkovian and Lutovkain minorities in their neighboring country. This
will mean a slight loss of territory for Lutovka, but territory is changing
hands in both directions. Additionally, I am personally guaranteeing the
end of hostilities. If either side violates the peace treaty, I will remove every
weapon more sophisticated than a slingshot from their military. I would
like to take this moment to remind all countries to respect the sovereignty
of their neighbors. I would prefer to avoid brokering another peace like
this."

Candice switched to Zelenkovian and repeated the announcement, then did the
same for Lutovkain. Turning on her heel, she walked off the stage. The
two presidents trailed after her looking quite thoroughly cowed.

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dieselstation dot net: Re: Peace settlement announcement containment zone

This video is so hot. They look like two little boys being forced to
apologize by their big sexy mommy. Look at the body language. It's
an announcement about a peace settlement and neither of them speaks,
they just let mommy Diesel do all the talking. That's what the world
needs. All those guys are basically a bunch of children squabbling.
We just need Diesel to step in and hand out some spankings whenever
they get out of line.

- SlySammy

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dieselstation dot net: Re: Peace settlement announcement containment zone

The best part is her personal guarantee of the new border. I hope Zelenkovia
violates the deal and she punishes them for it. I want to see Diesel dominate
an entire country.

Also, we have to talk about how hot she looks in this video. Even aside from
the way she's dominating a couple of world leaders, I think she looks even
better than in the don't-pretend-to-be-a-villain video.

- slave_of_d_178

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dieselstation dot net: Re: Peace settlement announcement containment zone

> Also, we have to talk about how hot she looks in this video. Even
aside from the way she's dominating a couple of world leaders, I
think she looks even better than in the don't-pretend-to-be-a-villain video.

Yeah, agreed. Diesel looks super hot in this video. I think it's gonna be the
basis for some new memes.

- lolcapes

Attachment:

An image of Diesel looking stern standing behind the podium, her cleavage
filling the bottom of the image, with the word "SUBMIT" in all capital
letters above her head.

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dieselstation dot net: Re: Peace settlement announcement containment zone

It makes me wish I had an army so I could violate international law and
Mommy Diesel would come discipline me.

- gay5diesel

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Candice scrolled through the dieselstation dot net feed on a holographic screen
hovering above her while she gripped Sheldon by the ankles and pistoned him
in and out of her pussy. She had shrunk him down to 18 inches, so he was still
large enough to stretch her out considerably, and the hard ridges of his muscles
did an excellent job of stimulating her as she pulled him back and forth. He
tried to contribute by pressing on her with his world shattering strength, but
despite some enhancement spells he was so overwhelmed by the clenching of her
pussy muscles that his arms remained pinned firmly to his sides.

The reaction to her brokering a peace had been better than Candice could have
hoped for. Her popularity had surged even higher. The UN had already asked her
to prepare to do the same thing in the future if another similar situation
arose. The continual flow of divine energy from her biggest fans had surged
after the announcement, and had yet to abate. Reading through the thread of
her worshipers drove home the sentiment behind the flood of power, and was
rapidly bringing Candice towards orgasm. Her snatch clenched hard against
Sheldon, spasming hard enough to squeeze the air from his lungs faster than
the water breathing spell she had cast on him could replenish it.

Candice released Sheldon's ankles and let her arm flop back, basking in the
afterglow. Rather than release him, she shrank him even further, not stopping
until he was 10 inches tall. She pulled him fully inside her womb with her
inner muscles and got up to take a shower. She enjoyed the feeling of his
body within her as she walked around, going about normal activities. She
would sometimes keep him inside her like this for hours at a time. It kept
him delirious with pleasure the whole time, cumming within her nearly
continuously.

As she showered off, she started to wonder about something. She had experienced
a major surge in popularity after her wedding, and another, smaller surge after
the video asking people not to pretend to be villains, now this peace settlement
had resulted in a third surge. The thing the three events had in common was that
each time she had allowed a video of herself with greater beauty than usual to
get out into the world. At her wedding, since it was before her natural beauty had
become dangerous all on its own, she had used her enhancement magic to make
herself more beautiful by just a little bit, and in the other two videos she had
eased back on her veil a little.

She called up a holographic screen and threw together a quick script to crunch
through all the data on the internet. She extracted sentiment about her with
some unsupervised learning, and plotted it over time. Sure enough, the internet
data matched the public polling numbers she already knew about, but it also
revealed that each time she had released a beauty enhanced video, the share of
comments talking about how dominant or powerful she was increased. There had
been memes and fan art depicting her as a dominatrix ever since the first time
she was photographed outside of her mech, but they had surged in popularity
on each of the three occasions she had released a beauty enhanced video.

She chewed the inside of her lip, trying to make herself focus on how it wasn't
good to manipulate public opinion with superpowered beauty, but having a hard
time really putting her heart into it when the discovery was making her hot
snatch clench around Sheldon. She put a hand against the wall and slipped
two fingers inside herself, her force-sheathed nails tickling Sheldon's
feet as she worked them in and out of her pussy. She clutched at her boobs
with her other hand, playing with her sensitive nipples. She flipped her
holographic screen back to the image of herself with the word "SUBMIT"
imposed over it, and, gazing into her own heart stopping face, came for
a second time.

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//
// Candice thinks about how politics have gotten weird. Everyone is always trying
// to get her opinion on stuff, and most people's political opinions seem to be
// that people should try to figure out what she would do. They endlessly analyze
// her public statements and try to apply them to situations that don't make any
// sense. Even the people who push back against that do so in reference to statements
// she has made about how people should think for themselves.
//
// She thinks about this when she noticed the power/gun control billboard and thinks
// about how the UN is trying to get her to become the secretary general.
//






// At the very end after Candice begins ruling all of earth and allows people to
// worship her if they want: the world disapears and she appears standing in front of a
// throne in the realm of True Gods. All the other True Gods are there to welcome
// her. Her full beauty and size are unsuppressed at first, and it completely breaks all of their
// wills, making them all kowtow to her. She's confused, which confuses them since
// normally someone has been striving for hundreds of millions of years as a
// Lesser God before they ascend. They explain that Lesser Gods are not really
// gods, just very powerful mortals. She is now a demigod with the option to
// become a full fledged goddess. When she does, she'll get an enormous boost in power,
// unlike anything she has felt before but it will forever cap her growth. At first,
// it seems like a bad deal to her, but then she notices a massive throne looming
// above all the other thrones. They explain that it is the Final Throne. No one would
// ever be able to claim it, but if they did they would claim all power for themselves
// forever. They beg her to steal their powers before sitting her throne to maximize her
// powers, but she rejects the idea. She reads through their archives to try to figure
// out how to un-break their wills, since she finds it is harder than it would be with
// mortals, but ends up learning that they are pretty much all evil. She then accepts
// their offer, and sits the final throne. Her power overwhelms the throne, cracking it
// and causing the power of dominion to be absorbed by her ass. Her breasts contain the
// ultimate power of creation and her ass contains the ultimate power of dominion.
//
//

