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Anthony Grey laid out the incense around the chalk circle he had drawn. Normally
he liked to avoid rituals because of their inflexibility, but in order to travel
to another dimension he was going to need the power boost. Even with Iron Wytch
to help him, it was going to take a good amount of juice to do it.

"You ready?" He asked the woman standing across from him in her iconic runed
plate armor.

"Yes." She replied.

Anthony forced his breath out in a long whoosh and called on the mystical powers
around him. The air shimmered and a bulbous reality distorting bubble rose up
from the chalk circle, enveloping him and Iron Wytch. When it stopped they were
standing in the middle of a forest instead of the warehouse they had been in.

Iron Wytch gestured and an image of a small village simmered into being in the
air between them. "Come on. There is a town near here." She said. They would
walk, not wanting to draw the kind of attention that magic would bring.


Heather slept soundly next to Cam thousands of feet below the surface of the
sea. Neither of them needed as much sleep as an ordinary person, but they had
just spent hours giving each other reason to be tired. Heather still wasn't
strong enough that Cam would agree to penetrate her, but she was getting closer
and closer to that goal every day. For now she had to be content with enjoying
the way she could bring him to orgasm by straddling him and griding her hips
against his cock through the thin barriers of their super suits.

Her natural dreams twisted and warped until they formed a strange and foreboding
tubule. The dream was a static scene, but still told a dynamic story. Two dark
figures appeared in many places, entering a dark and cramped doorway, sneaking
into the vault beneath a huge palace, holding a massive gem and flooding the
space around them with vile magic. It was hard to differentiate between these
sub-scenes and the scene as a whole, but they were clearly unified and united
to her slumbering mind. Her eyes popped open and she sat up. She knew this
was no ordinary dream.

Heather's powers mostly seemed to be the same as Cam's, just less powerful.
She was super strong, super fast, incredibly tough, could fly,
healed in a flash, and generated an anti-magic field that gave her immunity
to most magical attacks. Unlike Cam, however, her senses were not much better
than average and she was not telekinetic. Instead, she had visions of the
future and the ability to teleport. She had discovered this later talent
by disappearing from in front of her mirror where she had been wishing that
Cam could see her in the lingerie she had just tried on. That wish had
turned into reality when she came back into existence inside his secret
under-water lair. He had been very surprised to see her, apparently his house
made it difficult for anyone to enter without an invitation.

Now, though, she felt the pull of her vision. She rose and dressed in her super
suit, taking a moment to adjust it around her assets to ensure that they made
their best possible showing. She scribbled a note on the counter-top and 
popped out of existence.


One second Anthony's view of the village he was walking towards was
unobstructed, the next it was dominated by the most delicious breasts he had
ever seen in his life. They were partially covered by a thin red bustier which
was laced up the front, but the massive breasts seemed to be too large for the
bustier to fully close, so there was a gap beneath the laces nearly six inches
wide. The bustier climbed up the under slope of the mountainous melons but
left the northern swells of the lily white breasts bare.

The owner of that perfect bosom was a tall Asian woman floating a foot off
the ground right in front of him. Her body tapered to a thin waist beneath 
her breasts before swelling out into a pair of devastating hips. In short,
she oozed sensuality. Even her alto voice was sexy when she said, "Aren't
you two a long way from home?"

Iron Wytch couldn't help but stare at the incredibly ripe body of the woman
in front of her, and make comparisons to her own figure. Both of Iron Wytch's
little B-cups would have failed to fit in the other woman's bustier cups
even if they doubled in size and then doubled again, and that was considering
the fact that the bustier only covered about a quarter of each massive breast.
She realized she had been staring so she said, "What's it to you?" irritated
at herself for getting distracted by the newcomer's figure.

"Well, something tells me that you are thinking of stealing a heartstone from
this dimension." Heather said and wagged her finger.

Anthony gasped, how could she know? "We've done nothing wrong!"

"No," Heather pressed her arms together in a V, doing interesting things with
her cleavage. She smiled when she saw the way the motion fascinated the two
magicians. Ever since Heather hit puberty, her body had entranced men, but since
she had started gaining powers the effect was even stronger. She looked better
now than she ever had in her 20s. There wasn't any one obvious change that had
caused it, but she now seemed to exude a palpable aura of health and vigor
whatever she was doing. Cam was cumming sooner and sooner when she gave him
a strip tease or lap dance, making it even easier for her to soak up his
power granting cum. "You've done nothing wrong, but you're gonna." She said.

Iron Wytch gritted her teeth. The other woman's obvious sexual power made her
feel inadequate and feeling inadequate made her angry, "Get out of our way."
The runes on her armor flashed.

Heather giggled, "Let me think." She leaned forward, "No."

Iron Wytch thrust a hand forward and an angry green fireball shot out to splash
over Heather's chest. It dimmed rapidly when it entered her anti-magic field
but still managed to make it to her breasts where it burned briefly. It still
hurt like a bitch during the time that it for her anti-magic field to damp it
out.

"You bitch." Heather said in surprise, then shot towards Iron Wytch. The armored
villain just barely had enough time to raise her arm to catch Heather's
lightning fast punch. The blow sent the magician flying backwards until she
crashed against a tree in a cloud of splinters. Her armor pulsed, flooding her
bruised body with toughening spells.

Anthony immediately decided that he wasn't enough of a fighter to hang around
much longer, so he muttered a few hasty words and disappeared from sight. He
slunk off into the underbrush to find a place where he could try to escape
back across the dimensional boundary.

Iron Wytch gestured and a giant earthen fist rose from the ground next to
Heather to grab her in a crushing embrace. Heather thrust her arms to the
sides, breaking the fist into rubble, but the fist had only been a distraction
so that Iron Wytch could send two fireballs splashing against Heather's
body. As Heather shot forward to respond, vines and creepers from all over
the forest shot out to grab at her. She burst them every time they tried
to twine around her, but it bought her adversary enough time to escape
her attack.

Iron Wytch threw another fireball, but by the time it got to where Heather
had been standing, she was gone. Heather popped back into existence right
behind Iron Wytch and gave her armor another test by kicking her hard in
the back. The runed backplate dented and Iron Wytch was sent flying.

The experienced villain was flustered enough to waste time starting a
magical anchoring spell before she realized that the other woman's
teleportation did not seem to use magic. Instead she split the light
around her causing herself to appear as a cloud of fragmented images
of a mage knight. Heather short forward to strike at her once more,
and missed.

Iron Wytch summoned more earthen fists to slow Heather down and kept
harassing her with vines, all the while keeping up a steady stream
of fireballs. The less experienced woman was clearly not enjoying
the treatment. Her skin was scorched and burned in places, though
she was healing rapidly from her wounds. She had started swinging
wildly at the encroaching vines, and her strikes were very rarely
landing.

When Iron Wytch judged that she had worn Heather down enough, she
raised her fist and a huge bolt of lightning came down from the
heavens to hammer into Heather. The voluptuous hero was flooded
with electricity, and then fell smoking to the ground. "Fuck."
she muttered, struggling to her feet.

Iron Wytch laughed, "You shouldn't have come little girl." She
mocked.

Heather regarded her from under eyelashes that had already returned
to their natural luscious length after being burned off. She ran
her hand through her hair, brushing a fused mass to the ground and
revealing the rapid growth beneath. As Iron Wytch watched, a waterfall
of liquid midnight fell gleaming from the other woman's scalp. If anything,
it looked even better than before. The magician shivered a little within
her armor.

When Iron Wytch resumed her attack, something was different. Heather seemed
to anticipate her moves before she made them. Fists of stone and earth would
rise to grab at a woman who was no longer there. Fireballs fell on empty air,
and vines grabbed nothing at all.

An icy clarity had descended over Heather. She could feel the world around her
moving, feel how it had moved for eons, and feel how it would move in the
next moments. Avoiding Iron Wytch's attacks was simple when she had so much
warning. Heather hadn't been thinking to use her super speed, and now she did,
becoming an impossible blur of motion.

Iron Wytch felt a series of blows rain down on her, but Heather was moving too
fast for the magician to see where they were coming from. In moments her armor
was battered from her body and she lay gasping on the ground. Where the fuck
had that come from?

The Asian woman floated down to the ground and walked over to Iron Wytch's
fallen form, her hips swaying. Iron Wytch wondered idly how she prevented
those spiky heels from digging into the loam of the forest. "What am I
going to do with you?" Heather wondered rhetorically before bending over
and fishing a pair of runed handcuffs from her cavernous cleavage. "Archmage
gave me some nice toys." She explained before flipping the defeated villain
over and binding her hands. Iron Wytch felt herself get cut off from magic.
"Don't go anywhere in a hurry." Heather said with a wink as she slipped
the key inside one of her massive bustier cups.


"What are you doing?" Anthony looked up to see the hypnotic woman from earlier
floating towards him.

"W-what?" He stammered. It was hard to think properly around her.

"Because it looks like you are stealing a pig." Heather continued.

"Oh." He said, glancing down at the piglet beneath his arm in surprise.
"I guess I am." He said, dropping it. The poor little thing squealed and
ran off.

Heather could taste the possibilities unfolding. Anthony didn't escape in any
of them, but she didn't want to hurt him so she chose the most bloodless
resolution. "Why don't you come with me?" She asked, crossing her arms
beneath her breasts.

Anthony tried to go invisible, but he was too distracted by the way that
Heather's arms were forcing her perfect breasts together and the spell
fizzled. That hadn't happened to him in years. "Aww, did you loose a spell?"
Heather asked with a giggle. She drifted closer to him, "Do you want to try
again?"

Anthony really did try, but Heather's body was doing something to him that
he couldn't fight. After he lost the second spell he sank to his knees.
Anthony may have been more of a magical cat burglar than a fighter, but
he was still ashamed to realize that this red-clad woman had defeated
him by virtue of her womanly figure alone. His arousal only built as
she fished a pair of mage binding handcuffs from her cleavage and
bound him.


Anthony and Iron Wytch sat sullenly in their shared cell. Neither of them
had ever seen the inside of one of the League of Protector's holding
facilities before, and now they were about to get all to familiar with
the places. "You kids be good now!" Heather said with a smile, sliding
the handcuffs back between her breasts and walking away. Anthony almost
thought the whole thing was worth it to be able to see the way Heather's
ass filled out the tiny red shorts she was wearing as she walked away.

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Mike Torrens and Alison Wright walked up to a side door of Sony Picture's
headquarters. The security guard on the other side of the doors didn't
seem to notice them despite the fact that they were fully visible, so
Mike stood between the guard and the badge swipe terminal while Alison 
cracked it open and crimped a little device to some of the freshly
exposed wires. The guard finally seemed to realize that something was
up right as Mike strode through the door and punched him out.

"Well, that was easier than expected." Alison said from beneath her
mask.

"Yeah. Let's continue with the plan." He said. Alison nodded and slipped
deeper into the building, making for the server room.

Mike hog-tied the unfortunate guard and sat down to keep watch. The guard
had been looking at something outside of the building, so Mike looked
in the direction that the man had been staring. Heather Chang looked back
at him in all her glory from a huge billboard. "3% Cash Back!" Proclaimed
the billboard above a picture of a Discover Card.

Heather was turned slightly sideways towards the credit card with an
expression of exaggerated surprise on her face, her full pink lips forming
a perfect O with one delicate hand raised to nearly, though not quite, cover
her mouth. One long fishnet clad leg was bent slightly, lifting her wicked
looking red spike heel off the ground, while the other leg was a sensual
pillar driving her weight straight down through the other heel. The
half-profile angle she was at made her curves incredibly dramatic. Mike
knew that her superpowers hadn't really changed her proportions, but
it seemed incredible that Heather's bodaciousness was the result of
the genetic lottery rather than her powers. Nevertheless, pictures of
the sexy superhero from before she got her powers were quite abundant
and she had always had the figure which was stretching the super-strong
red bustier nearly to the breaking point in the picture on the billboard.

The radiant glow of health and beauty she seemed to exude, however, did
come from her powers. Heather had been one of the hottest women in the
world before she got her powers, but she seemed to have gotten a little
something extra along with the ability to fly and bench-press mountains.
Now she was the unquestionable peak of female beauty and sensuality,
despite being nearly 40. Mike continued to stare at the billboard,
growing more and more aroused until he was sporting a rail spike
beneath his costume.

He thought back to the movie "Jennifer Kita: Birthright" staring Heather which
had just come out. In it Heather played Jennifer, a college student half her age
who spends a summer in Japan to learn where her family comes from. Jennifer
starts off the movie as the undisputed queen of the party scene at a massive
state school, but is quickly whisked off the Japan by the plot. Jennifer's
estranged father was part of a Yakuza associated racing dynasty, so she
quickly got caught up in an internal power struggle between two young
drivers. They both pretty much immediately fall in love with her, but
she resists being controlled by either. By the end of the movie she learns
to race better than either of them and takes over through a combination
of her racing talent and the sexual power she has over the Yakuza members.
Mike can't get the scene where Jennifer places one high heeled foot on
the back of one of her erstwhile suitor's heads and declares that she
is going to be running things now out of his head.

Ever since seeing that movie, Mike has had dreams about Heather.
When she is dressed in the black vaguely punk clothes of Jennifer Kita,
he dreams of loosing drag races to her and then being humiliated as
she takes an ill-defined set of property from him. More often, though,
she appears as herself, clad in the red bustier and mini-skirt of her
super costume. He takes on his cat form and tries to escape her, but
it is impossible, and he always ends up surrendering to the busty Asian
superhero without much of a fight.

Mike is so engrossed by the billboard that he doesn't notice when another
guard walks by on his rounds until after the guy has raised the alarm.
With lightning reflexes that are unusually slow for him, Mike springs on
the guard and knocks him out. "Shit." He says, reaching for his radio to
call Alison, but it isn't there.

"Looking for this?" Heather Chang herself pops into existence a few feet
in front of him with his radio playfully dangling from one hand.

In person, she is even more beautiful. Mike's gaze is sucked down towards
the pale expanse of Heather's stupendous cleavage. The thin laces of her
bustier look wholly inadequate to contain her bounty. Mike's breath
grows short. His world narrows to those perfect breasts.

Heather looks at Mike in amusement. This sort of thing had been happening
more and more since "Jennifer Kita" came out. She seemed to have a hypnotic
effect on men (and not a few women), and the movie seems to have primed
the pump somewhat. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

Mike shivered at the sound of that sensual voice. It was the same voice with
had told the Yakuza that Jennifer Kita would be running things now. "H-hacking."
He said. Obedience to the owner of those divine mounds was imperative.

"What, by staring at a picture of me on a billboard?" Heather snickered.

"No. My partner." The hypnotized villain replied.

"Who is your partner? Where are they?" Heather demanded.

"Alison. She's in the server room." He replied.

"Okay. Stay here. I'll be back soon. Say 'Yes Heather' if you understand."

"Yes Heather." Mike replied, and then she was gone.


"What the fuck Mike!" Alison screamed, writhing in Heather's implacable
grip. Her struggles were to no avail. Heather had a full handful of her
hair and had thrust her hand down so that Alison was forced onto her
knees. Her struggles only served to cause herself pain.

"Oh don't blame him." Heather chuckled, "He couldn't help himself. Isn't
that right Mike?"

"Yes Heather." Mike replied submissively, staring in wonder at Heather's
bosom.

"You bitch! What did you do to him!" Alison demanded.

"Now now. It's not very nice to call me a bitch." Heather wagged her finger.
"Let's go somewhere a little more appropriate for this conversation. They
teleported into an empty cell in the League of Protectors headquarters.
"That's better." Heather said, shoving Alison away from herself, "Tootles."
she said, stepping back and teleporting away.

Alison punched the wall in frustration. "Goddammit. Fucking Mike, fucking
fucks up because of some fucking tits!"

Heather popped into existence in front of Mike once again. "Mike, tell
me something. Do you want to please me?" She asked.

"Yes Heather." He said.

"Good." She smiled brightly, "You have a long way to go because I'm quite
unhappy with your behavior."

"I'm s-sorry." He said. It was horrifying to think that he had displeased
the owner of those long sleek legs.

"The good news is that there is a way to work your way back into my
good graces." Heather smiled at him.

"H-How?"

"It's simple. From this day forward you will give up villainy and become
a superhero." She smiled again, "Easy right?"

"E-easy." Mike repeated.

"To make sure you stay on the straight and narrow, I want you to look at
a picture of me every night and repeat 'Heather wants me to be a superhero'
over and over to yourself 100 times. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes Heather." Mike replied, and just like that Mike Torrens's career
as a super villain came to an end.

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